War in any fashion is insanity, it is hell on earth. And the story never changes, it is always started by old men thousands of miles away from any harm or killing action themselves, as they sit around a big conference table sticking pins in maps of the world figuring out where to start the next war. Drinking champagne, eating the best foods and waiting for the dancing girls to come on in and entertain them, all puffed up with visions of grandeur on how history will remember their great leadership value, while young men go off to fight and die to appease their never-ending gluttony for shedding the blood of others.