There is something strange about fighting machines, in my opinion. In a way, they should be a complete opposite of every soldier. Like surviving and not killing for killing sake's or whatever they come up with as an excuse to get their free mental therapy. Or at least, every sane soldier should be an opposite of a machine. I doubt the existence of such people, of course, but I prefer to live a long and cowardly life of a civilian, rather than a short and "glorious" one. Or whatever the recruiters can come up with, as an excuse to send another batch of young idiots to die. I was smarter than them, of course staying away from military was the best choice I ever made, in my opinion. Of course, I made mistakes of my own, like getting stuck in a middle of a firefight. A battle, even, due to it's scale. But either way, I was hiding under the bed which stood in my small apartment within a civilian shelter.
Sure, it could have been my Karma or some shit like that