One of these days you will turn nineteen - you have already entered the second year, have a girlfriend, operate with super energy and are damn close to the peak of the revolution, but now all this does not matter at all. Now you are a junior sergeant of the Republican Border Corps, nothing more than a grain of sand in the millstones of war. And even though for the vast majority of fellow citizens this war is just a local border conflict on the outskirts of the republic, when somewhere very close to the sky air bombs fall from the sky, houses explode and combat vehicles burn, - it is very difficult to maintain faith that everything will be fine. And it is much more difficult not to allow yourself to be ground down and let your ashes go to the wind. You will have to survive, even against all odds. Survive and take to new heights!