The first year I saw him buried in dust and muddy
In the second and third years, I saw him struggling to move forward in front of his ideals.
In the fourth year, I saw him struggling in childish nightmares, unable to face reality.
In the fifth, sixth and seventh year, I saw him lingering over small profits, focusing on one thing and losing another.
In the fifteenth year I saw him - it was hard to resist...
In the 20th year, I saw that he was unable to distinguish right from wrong and confused ourselves and the enemy.