ducking behind cover, i reload, and through the chaos, i shout to my comrade about the beauty of entomology, how even in the mud and the blood of the battlefield, we can find examples of resilience and adaptation. "consider the journey of unlicensed insects," i yell over the din of gunfire, "how they rebuff every predismissal by nature, thriving without sanction or permission, showing us that life, in essence, always finds a way to commence anew." it's a brief respite, a precious moment where the fervor of battle meets the serenity of nature's unwavering will to survive.