2115

The year is 2100. The war has been raging on for three years and the soldiers in it already have become used to the brutality of the war. It's a war for survival, the fittest walk away victors and the weak die in the fires of the victor's wake. The grunt of a platoon begins writing his account of the war, hiding nothing of how it has changed the men; he hopes for something but is unsure if the Humans will last long enough as strange visitors watch them with a peering eye.