A man has a lot of choices, and these choices made in life are rarely perfect. So he decides to sign a contract 'cause he wants to make a difference. He wants to save this world; make it a better place. But when that contract is signed he no longer gets to choose when he wants to eat, sleep, ♥♥♥♥, or fight. Those decisions will be made for him. He will be part of something bigger than himself. He will train for 70 consecutive days and get to know every inch of his M16A4 rifle better than his own ♥♥♥♥. He fires the rifle for many years. Then he goes to war. He will go to the desert and fight. Some will die. Why are they fighting? Why are they dying? What's the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ point? And afterward, the survivor turns the rifle in at the armory, and he believes he's finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands; love a woman, build a house, change his son's diaper, his hands will always remember the rifle.