The soldier in all loving heart signed on as a protector, realising what he sought to protect in others he sacrificed in himself.
The soldier can only be rescued by a permanent end to war, and this everlasting peace is can thus only rescue us all, for who are we to become without our most brave?
In a money-nexus world the soldiers are pawns that become echoed by the stars of silver-screen, entertainment that kicks off all the wrong biological responses to death.
Heroes can only be heroes when they are led by the noble, otherwise they fight and die in ways that escalate hell.
We are all angel and monster, yet we learn how to command from our angel self in all weathers, and this is what separates the true soldier from the armed felon.