Some old codger offers advice to some wannabe mercenaries, and I can’t argue with a single thing he says. Sample:
“You’ve got no idea what road you are starting down. Romance and idealism wears off really fast when you’re lying in a pool of your own blood trying to stuff your intestines back into your torn abdomen.”
It’s the thing which sometimes keeps me awake at night: not that I’m the guy on the ground, but that I might be the cause of it.