As my fellow Sarge, tries to gun down the tyrant, the tyrant turns and shoots at his head sideways, dropping his eye sockets empty — In realizing the pain, we realize the vainness of life, it's never the simple arithmetic that works here with pluses and minuses all concocted into assumptions like a complicated algebraic equation. In triumphs and victories everyone comes running, meanwhile fuming in loss yet fighting bravely. For all commandoes are different…