i was fighting on the side of rebels in a nameless country. the war was in the cities, in the country it was very peaceful. in the country i sat by a lake and talked with my friends; we were all dressed like we'd just stepped out of the great gatsby. in the city, i was holed up in a store, fighting against a group of soldiers on the second floor of an apartment building across the street. this was the end of the war, we weren't afraid of dying so much as we were afraid of becoming heroes.