Nothing heroic about war. You're in the battlefront, you hear some banging and merely feel anything when a blazing piece of led takes away half of your arm. Or your head or spine or leg or organs. Everything you built your life for and your plans and dreams vanish in a heartbeat. Anything is better than facing the cruel destiny of violence, such as taking exile going crab fishing in Alaska, even if it meant being convicted later. Make sure to take your family with you tho. It's strange something can go so wrong in humanity to force normal citizens to participate in a manslaughter. I'm going to accomplish my dreams and die under the apple trees in my future home backyard when my life's emotionally complete. I'm not letting someone else decide for me when's my time to give up my only life.