MAYBE...
The privilege of Command is a heavy burden to carry but carried it must be, your troops lives depend on the decisions that you must make, knowing even as you make your decision that some of your men will die.
There is no choice, one or two for the survival of the many, one or two to complete your mission, They are all important men to their families, they are important to you as well. But it is the way of wars past, present and future. Some must die while others live.
Those who walk in deaths gardens are shadows that few will ever see or even hear about. Those troops know that at some time their luck will run out and they will be consigned to the world of Beelzebub. They have no illusions about life and death. When you look into their eyes you will see nothing except darkness; they have no soul, they gave up their souls and spirits to Beelzebub who will keep them forever in darkness.
Many will walk in the shadows with their Degar brothers. They have become like the mists in the mountains, silent, watching until called again by war. Would it be that there would be no more wars calling them back, back to those times when they were ordinary soldiers who performed extraordinary tasks and missions and the possibility of leaving the dark world that they have lived in for so long, of coming back to the warmth of the sun and maybe, just maybe have their name etched in granite, etched on that long black wall
Maybe just maybe someday they will be called to the wall as someone touches their names so carefully chiseled. Maybe someday someone will shed a single tear for them and tell them "I miss you so. There is so much to say to you. Rest now my love, rest in the arms of your God, Fight no more my love, it is time now for your rest" as a tear falls slowly down her cheek as she touches his name, she feels a warmth, she places her hands on the Wall and feels his hands touching hers.
Now he can rest, now he will sleep the sleep that he has been denied for so long, now he can sleep peacefully knowing that someone cares about him. As he closes his eyes to the dark world of War, he sees her face again and he feels her touch warming his cold soul. He hears her voice softly telling him "I love you Heart of Mine and I always have." He slips into warmth and knows that he is going home at last.