Drafted into the army, and the ensign hit me with a shovel on the head. Coming home, back to mother. In a zinc lined coffin.
WASD and mouse, fly up to the objects, remember the brig in the fridge, remember your mother saw you off.
All phrases are taken from the forums of soldiers' mothers, whose sons were killed in peacetime on duty.
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