The faces of doom, death and destruction lurk about every corner, the fear, the loss and pain – their closest friends. Growing up, for some it still seemed appealing some of them fulfilled their dreams joining the army to be respected, to prove themselves, you can name the reason.īut have you eventually met someone of this group who actually was at war or survived a shootout? I personally haven’t, but I bet all of them are not any longer the same persons they were before. Who hasn’t played as a kid of cops and robbers, of soldiers or simply hasn’t hold a riffle toy “shooting” and shouting at his fellow friends: ” Boom, you’re killed!”, “No, you were killed first, I fired just a moment before you!”… Most dreamed of becoming soldiers, fighter pilots, cops, holding a gun, shooting the bad guys.
