Revised Mission Goal: No Prisoners

When you live a life of war you see things that no human being should ever have to witness let alone experience... you see things that simply cannot be unseen. These things became burned into your minds-eye and haunt you for the rest of your conscious life.

Only within the haze of yesterday do the old ghosts of your yesteryear appear. These ghosts aren't there to merely torture you but to give you an opportunity... this is the time to face what you've done and what you've seen. This is the time of realization... the opportunity to appease these ghosts and perhaps, if you're luck find a measure of relief.

But you aren't getting off that easily. These ghosts require something... a pound of flesh... something in return for what you've done.

Bouncing from one decade's nightmare to another even ghastlier nightmare -- you cannot escape the terror. You become the mental prisoner of the sins of your past and only you can be the judge... only you can be the jury... and only you can navigate your soul from the hell of the past through the purgatory of the present into the heaven of the future.

...if that's even possible.