The convoy securely gets to the front. You endure the war for the next 4 years, seeing the blind grip of death on your comrades and the enemy until it becomes a twisted mosaic of pointlessness. 

Thankfully social media cancels the war but there's a permanent hole torn through your heart as you return to civilian life. Curtains drawn and reading the prescription label occupy your mind. This isn't the end of your journey, but it will always stay with you. 

You sign up to a journey to Mars in hopes of leaving the world and memories of the war behind. You look out at the flat earth from space, to think that the war was about Right vs left-handed people.

When you look in front, to the red planet,  you wonder if humanity will repeat the same mistakes.