You only live for the next r n r

While shivering cold and working on the wounded for hours and hours you think about your R and R. You live only for your next one. dreams and fantasies about it keep you sane. Give you the will to go on. But in the end it don't matter. you are sent in a helopad to the front line to work on the star Generals wounded son but a missile blows your ride and you to pieces to rain red and sticky down on the battle.

The end