Death: The life is not that worth. There are people who, bound by their supreme ideals, like you, died young unnoticed. Here, something that is mere irreverent to ones personal existence and self realization wins the heart and more sarcastically a larger space of public discussion. One may get fatigue counting the number of times it has happened to us.
Soldier: Even if you force me to belief that life is not that worth to be sacrificed for this ungrateful nation, yet I, given a chance, would prefer to sacrifice the only mortal possession I have with me considering the utter ignorance of my countrymen, who even does not know where they would lead to. As I consider the ignorance is as good as death, I pay homage to my ignored countrymen before they could do it to my mortal remains. Yet they fail to realize that I am still alive; alive in the spirit of few other maniacs who love this piece of land on the globe called the nation, irrespective of its explicit identity.
Death: I failed not to get your logic but to proof that being mortal is universal. Yet, let me do my duty.
Soldier: Sure. I did mine. You do yours. Our last touch is relevant to my immortality.
