Prologue

I visited the Wall at the World Capital yesterday. Literally millions of names were on it, all divided in battalions, then divisions, then companies and so on. While I was walking, I seen some familiar names.

I knelt down before the Wall, before these names, for it was more than just names, these were my friends. These were just some of my many friends that were lost in a war because of a simple suggestion, and a amazing discovery.

I started to cry, and I thought of how it all happened, all from the beginning . . .