The air smells like iron and smoke. It’s the only time the noise inside my head actually goes quiet. Everything else—the face, this pathetic voice, the staring eyes—it all disappears when the steel starts moving. I don't know why I keep coming back to this slaughter, but I don't know how to be anything else. Is anyone else just... waiting for the next fight to feel human? #TheUnion #BattlefieldLife #SilenceInTheSteel