Many have said that the first casualty of war is not the individual themselves but their innocence. "My finger tips are tingling, as I look into his cold dead eyes, and as I do so there is a pain in my heart thats slowly tearing me apart" You're in the mind of CCPL Barklin-Vanijk. Following her as she embarks on her seemily unwanted adventure, through war and the deaths of freinds and acquaintances alike. Can she keep her sound mind or slowly degrade just like her mother?