All communications are now severed. With the inability to contact my fellow soldiers, I count myself dead. What else can I expect from such a tight position?
I watch my enemies close in, slowly treading towards me. The bare skulls of the fallen are mercilessly crushed under their boots. Soon I will join the suffering and the damned; souls that will be relentlessly punished in the afterlife. All of this because of their unwilling participation in a violent and unholy war.
I wonder to myself, "How I can possibly be saved?" when a pillar of light descends upon the battlefield.