Winston Churchill said it best, war is hell. Men and women had patriotic dreams, a love for their country, a desperate need to make a difference. To rid the world of tyranny. Soldiers saw things no human being should ever see: buddies with blown off limbs screaming to kill them, bloated dead bodies and water on the battlefield running red with blood. The constant hunger was so bad that decaying horses were being eaten and rats hunted down for food. The bone-chilling cold had troops praying for their toes to fall off. Once it all comes to an end, the ammunition is exhausted and the treaty is signed, the long desolate walk home begins. Days become weeks pushing through pain holding on to a dream of love and comfort of what was left behind.