War... War never changes. When you understand that there are other ways to gain your interests. That killing is never an option. That war ends nothing.
It is then when you get tired, from the ashes on your face, from the bloodshed. And can stand face to face with your enemy and drop your gun, understandingly seeing him do the same. While you are looking at each other, you both start to understand that soldiers can sometimes be only the marionettes of the puppeteers. It doesn't matter which soldier are you.
We all have families, friends, lovers, our native language. We are just the same.