But the war does not end for another three years. You are keeping it all under control but its eating away at you. The tiredness the anger the fear. In this war a week feels like a month. You are so used to the horrid food served in the mess hall you don't even taste it anymore. You just chew and swallow like a robot. A trait that shall hang with you the rest of your life. Not enjoying food, just eating like a robot on a timer.