It had been normal day. Always was, always had been.
It's those moments that allow you to believe everything is okay, that the shots are suspended and you fall into a pattern of safe monotony.
You walk the beat, eat, sleep, and drink day in and day out. You just do what is normal until...
It's amazing how one dinner can split your world.
You find yourself in the midst of a war between two angry countries; hoping, praying that everything comes out okay.
All you can do is wait for the shells to stop. The war never really ends, just fades into white noise during bigger crises. No one sees the battlefield though, and in the end, you are the only casualty.