Its the morning of the first battle! You are scared. You are sure you are going to die. The gas wars has caused much of this civil war to be fought on food using handguns and rifles mostly. With whoops and howls the left and the right run at each other shooting and stabbing. You look directly onto the face of the ignorant hater enemy and rage takes you away. You are shooting like mad killing republicunts in a howling frenzy. When you ammo runs out you use your katana to sever a man's fat angry head. You take his AK-47 and blast away. The OFTL troop is decimated that day. You killed twenty five men yourself and you feel damn good. That night you drink the Right's beer with your reefer ration and the camp is full of joyful celebration. You are declared a hero and given a big shiny hemp leaf medal in front of your troop. Good times!