I thought of  World War I . When young men were scorched in trenches at the hand of industrialization 's first war. The  birds chirped and sung alongside the machine guns and artillery blasts. They could be heard during the quiet times.

But for a 19 year old volunteer who grew...

He left the room in a hurry. With each step he wished he had stayed. But it was too late now. Leaving had made a statement, a statement that would become meaningless the moment he returned. So he kept storming along.

Once he was far enough from the room his steps...