Young men full of pride, cockiness is one word they can not hide.
They train incisively for battle, wanting blood inside that cage they will rattle.
Then, reality hits them when they get to experience the real mortality, but for most
the training is so ingrained in them they take that mortality and find a place in their
minds to set it in neutrality. Scary? For most is a no worry, they´re too occupied to
think of that worry, when training kicks in, is second nature within for them to begin
to do their jobs, that blood they wanted is there to be seek´d and haunted.
People from all walks of life, really putting their life´s in each others knifes,
not to be cool or pride or for glory, it´s just that their individual jobs within
the group requires them to have that little scoop. All of which leads to dark jokes,
finding corpses left behind not much to think of it as a grind, joking about the situation
and slapping each others back in their own retaliation, laughing at each other takes out the
bother, their way to stay sane where it´s a day to day reality of the insane.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.