Times of peace often come with many choices, yet those lucky enough to be immersed in an era of peace usually can't appreciate this happiness... They only complain about the excessive overtime, the increasingly low wages, and the constantly rising cost of living.
But for those unlucky ones during wartime, such complaints are infuriating whining without any real suffering.
These unlucky souls, how they yearn for the "daily routine" of the past.
When war arrives, everyday life ceases to exist. Their lives become brutally simple: pick up a weapon when they can, and head to the frontlines, holding on for as long as possible.
Disease? Age? Gender? In the face of ethnic survival, these are all meaningless excuses. If you're unwilling to fight, plenty of others will drag you to the battlefield to spend the last moments of your life.
