Did They Hand Out Happiness?

The life of the soldier is working towards a goal, a show of arms and heart and standing tall, in the face of death. Trust the rest of common happiness and the rules are all inverted, turf wars of the psychiatric wards of delusion. Dreams and intrusive words that work as guards in the face of facts that simply don't match your experience. Talk with delirious eyes, strides taken as the weather makes the war harder to fight. So life begins to bite back.