Many people argue that this is horrible, that they are dying for agendas, for money, and for power.
Others understand this, but accept it because of the sacrifice that the men go through for "freedom", for their nations.
For those who cannot stand the "game", they laugh at borders on maps, and nationalism. It is indecent yearnings for power and manipulation of course. They reject the term "freedom isn't free". They feel that lives lost for nations are lives wasted.
Others see this but with still greater understanding. They realize the true reasons for which men sacrifice themselves. It is not in the name of the men who send them, or in the name of society. It is not in the name of power. It is not in the name of freedom, or propaganda. It is not in the name of politics, or money.
Those simple men who thought that they were done, as they sent these people to their perpetual deaths. As bodies littered the ground, and none cried out in vengeance against this exploitation. None of them would try to stop their senseless barrage of garbage, of evilness. They would simply die. The enslavers could never realize the importance of such deaths. The foolish men who exploited would die believing that they had won the game, and that they were the victors.
But for the soldiers, for Ira Hayes, they died for each other, they flipped it all around on their masters, they grinned when they were put to rest, they laughed at those fools who used them. And God laughed with them. God laughed with them.