The tears mellow our ragged ebbs and we swallow.
A small grin erupts, unexpectedly, shining brilliant across my cheeks. I quickly arrange a perfectly composed mask of apathy. Elated; I’ve won. I've obviously lured the first weak soldier out of your protective exterior: must be self-loathing, He's obviously the weakest. Always so willing to collapse. 
My own buries deeper, a personal award I'm granted. He always dragged me down anyways. This is why I fight the war.

However, I am still not satisfied or happy although my intentions from the start were clear. I prepared myself for an absence of positive emotions. She distracts me from the enemy. Why isn't my opponent collapsed? Does she not understand I've won? She's wrong! I resist the urge to shake her into accepting the war guilt. 

Obviously I have not won. My spirits fall immediately. My buried grin is now replaced with a very visible grimace.

I re-evaluate, I hate doing that. The hot, burning taste of metal leaves my mouth and in its place sits remorse.
 ''What's wrong soldier?''
''I don't know what I'm fighting for.''
''Well find out soon, the enemy is closing in!''
I shake my head. No, of course I know why I'm still here, fighting in the war. The anchor I was holding onto, it's still there. Assurance; as strong as my enemy is weak. 

Even then, I feel some of my resolve dissipate and dissolve. 

''What now soldier?''
''I think I'm fighting for the wrong cause!''
''No, the enemy is fighting for the wrong cause!''
''Maybe I'm the enemy!''

I fall.
 
 
My planning was incandescent; no one had any space to shoot through it! The solid tendrils of fibers held each flaw close together, so that it not longer existed as an individual. I realise now; a poor disguise of a failed plan. Mere ignorance is what it was. Once we're consumed with the rage all compassion leaves us. We begin to dive into our opponents. Then memorise every weakness. The soldier that fights for self-loathing. The soldier that fights for its flaws.They are the weakest and always bring a side down. They are unable to defend themselves and that's why I wanted to hurt them. 

The salt water only proved a temporary victor, before I fell.