Why do we fight?
This is the question the veteran asked himself as he strapped in to his pod, preparing to break orbit to land on a rebel occupied planet. He had already fought in a war, why was he fighting again? He pulls out a picture of a woman, the woman he planned to wed when he returned home, this is why he fought, to protect those he loved. His COM crackles, issuing the command to drop, negotiations with the rebels had failed, violence was now the only option. He felt the pull of gravity as the planets atmosphere sucked him in, the heat of the flames of his pod's rapid drop. He heard the sharp pings of gunfire hitting his pod. At last there was a crash, he pushed open the door, like so many others around him, the bullets whistling past his head, making harmless poofs of dirt in the sand. He heard the shouts of both his comrades and the rebels falling. He quickly realized that perhaps he was not going to make it, his heart started to race. He knew that his only way off of the planet though was to win. As he heard the gunfire stop he and his comrades rose, seeing the rebels putting their hands over their heads, the orders were to take no prisoners He went to follow his orders but then he thought of the photo in his pocket, these men had families too, and, like him, they were fighting to better their families futures. He could not bring himself to do it. instead throwing down his gun and joining the rebels in a line. The rebels were shocked, and so were the soldiers. His comrades quickly repeated his actions, they realized what he was doing. The military had their orders though. The nuked the planet from orbit. it goes to show, we all fight for a cause, weather in a war or not, and that cause is to protect those we love. Though the ones that do not realize this are not quick to show sympathy to the ones that do.