You have lived your whole life without any merits, achievements, without dreams and aspirations, but now - war. And now, if you survive, you will remain a hero for the rest of your life. Not for your colleagues, of course, they know your worth - but for the common people. Faded medals will give you the right to show off at hypocritical parades, collect flowers from sincere children and get drunk wildly, shouting evil and nasty words at those who for some reason did not fight. Even if they weren't born yet. You walk in the ranks side by side with real heroes who perform feats, overcome pain, fatigue, and are subjected to torture. But you are not one of them. And, unfortunately, only you yourself know this. Those who lie in mass graves, covered with foreign soil, knew this. There were many real heroes among them. But you are not among them. You are the war. A war that is not over yet.