Field of the Fallen. The caustic blue smoke hovers dolefully over the scattered uniforms, lying calmly as if they are sleeping off a night of revelry, the silence broken by the faint buzzing of iridescent blowflies sowing their next generation amid the seeping remains, the scene marked by an imbedded battle flag flapping in the light breeze, as a curious crow, alighting on a discarded helmet, cocks its head, crying 'caw!' and awaiting an answer.