After coming home, the aftermath of war is brutal, as one lone warrior soon finds out. The banality of civilian life combined with the torturous reoccurring nightmares, drives him to seek refuge in the bottle. Being a hero doesn't wash the blood off his hands. Sleep provides little solace as the souls of his confirmed kills march their way through his dream time. War madness takes it's toll. The vision of burning bodies and the smell of gun powder leave indelible marks on the spirit of the man. The spirit of suicide dogs his every step as it whispers it's death song in his ear. Every warrior...