[ TT ] The country you serve can only afford to field one soldier . World War III broke out , and this soldier finds himself in the thick of it .

The field was littered with the dead. Bones of the initial invasion mingled with the freshly killed. Husks of tanks lay half-sank in the muddy craters and the occasional wing or jet turbine sat at odd angles in the earth. 
 
 It was here that it all began. It was here that it was fought with a bitterness unseen since the First World War. This field would forever be known as the grinder in which a generation was thrown. The field where another generation was lost in blood. 
 
 Today, it lay eerily quiet. One man stood in the middle of this carnage. His uniform was crisp, but his face showed the burden of war hard-fought. 
 
 The treaty had went into effect. For the first time in years he walked across the field and looked east into his homeland. His home which had bore the brunt of the invasion. Beneath him lay the bones and bodies of his friends and comrades who had fought valiantly to keep the enemy at bay. But at what cost. 
 
 He was the only one left. He was the only one to survive the war. His country no longer existed. His people were gone. As the other nations cheered for peace, one soldier stood where the fighting was the thickest. While others cheered, he wept.
