The guns have stopped in Bay, for there is no-more left standing. War eats itself, consuming unending, a Null Oroboros. The dust settles, bravado is replaced with death. I wonder to the ones above, is their heaven is worth this carnage, or if they would even think of the lives down here equivalent to anything but ants. It is easy to distance yourself, if you are the boot, but war eats itself, one day... you will be the ant. This is the only way it could have ended.