From the moor of Uelen to the northern soil of Pan-Asia Cooperation, he had to fight for his survival from a Soviet soldier into a demon that ravaged through his path. To survive with his subordinates, he ordered the plundering of the survivors' supplies, enslaved them, squeezed the last trace of value within them, and then pushed them through the organic boiler into nutrient supply.
Like the nomads on the prairies, they chewed through the remaining bones of the civilization in the nuclear winter. Survival made him forget the glory of the soldier. The weakness of survivors made them forget the differences between humans and animals.
His only regret was that in his service for the Soviet to protect its frontiers against the Alaska NATO military across the ocean, he never set his foot on the actual battlefield. Until the very end of the battle, he was forgotten along with the ideology he swore to protect.
He clearly remembered that day.
