We weren't living...we were barely subsisting. Clothed in hunger, fear, and filth, each day that we lived, we claimed a victory. But for what? To face another day of starvation, deprivation, and indignity.
We survived only to witness our nightmares over and over again. Eventually the conflict ended. Our survival was a triumph over evil so we were told. Tell me why then does so much evil still exist today?