Ghosts are different…
Someone see their children, someone theirs brothers in arms who died in the battle, lost pets, their own homes destroyed down to the ground. Someone dreams about hugging theirs loved ones after they will return back home, someone sees once again the moment of MLRS fire strike…
These ghosts are not our fantasies, they are deep inside ourselves, deep down to the bones, soaked them through, and we are theirs hosts now.
We are hosts of war.