It's kinda funny, I've been fascinated with war since, oh, it must have been my third birthday, when my grandpa gave me a pack of army men, but as the years went on, my studies expanded from weapons to tactics to logistics and finally to morality and philosophy. As Tsun Zu said, "a kingdom which has been destroyed can never again come into being, nor can the dead be restored to life". Even life in a Communist shithole is still life, and is precious by its own merit. Wars happen, sometimes they are even necessary, and should the time come for me to pick up a rifle and do my part, I will do it, but at the same time I remain aware of the inherent tragedy that war is.
