Mercenaries! Remember!

The sound of gunfire, artillery, and shouts of death kept echoing in my ears, and familiar faces kept appearing in my mind. We are tired of war, but we can't live without the smoke. Our lives are destined to die. Well... Maybe we can choose to sit in jail. It is very difficult to wash our hands in a safe and sound golden basin and go home to retire. We are soldiers, but we are not protected by the Geneva Convention. Our lives are only dirty money transactions. When a red blood flower appears in front of our eyes, that is the end of our lives. We are "mercenaries" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.