Join the new world

Drained from the fight. Looking for a place to sleep. If that's what it's called. A place to shut your eyes and not see the images of the day. Shut out the voices in your head telling you to run and never look back. Telling you that there is nothing left for you in this world. Was promoted to Supreme Marshal today. Like that's going to make a difference. How much bloodshed did it take? Who gave their life for the slot to be filled? The wear and tear is starting to show on others as well. People you once sought for comfort are turning away, filled with their own miseries. The atmosphere is tense. I look into their eyes, they are a thousand miles away. Still clinging to the world the way we once knew it. Snap out of it. That world is dead. There is only here and now. Our existence is just this. A machine. Trained to kill. To fight. To protect. No time to look into the darkness around us. No time to see that there could be something worse. Keep focused. Stay alive.
My commander looks defeated. He sits, quietly, haunted by something. I know better than to ask. He's a keep to himself kind of guy. I have fought by his side I don't know how many times. Helped me adjust to the life of battle. He usually breaks the tension with jokes. Today he's silent and removed. We could really use a laugh. A break from the day. Something to make the shut eye more peaceful.
Guess it's time to try to rest. Tomorrow is another day. Hopefully there is a tomorrow night.
See you on the battlefield.