"I looked at the faces of men and women alike, lined up in perfect rows facing the same direction, the same blank look on there very different faces. All of these, soldiers bore the same insigna on their tan jackets. The wings of freedom. They where all the new people I would spend the rest of my life with. The same people I would eat with every day, the same people I would sleep in the same building with. The same people I would fight along side. And I hated even single one of them." the only one missing was also the only one I had anything in common with, and he had bore the same impression I had now. three years ago.