The group of human silhouettes can be seen looking down at different graves. Rain pouring down, each fighter with a weapon in their hands, pointing down by their side. Gunshots can be heard across the land, the storm allowing the sky to take cover. Giving the reflection of the gunfire, down and above, vessel and ground. Some may wonder how can a funeral be held. But not one said a word. Only silence… gunshots… smoke… and bloodshed. One by one, each silhouette moves on, till there is none left and only the shattered nature is left behind. Was it all for glory, history? No one will know, since everyone took everything to the grave.