Soldier of the multinational

I have seen recently two movies about ancient times, the first one is "Attila the Hun" and the second is "Alexander". I always saw myself as the hero in these movies with vision, with eagerness to change things, to challenge thinking, with great strengths and with weaknesses, fighting for a great purpose.

But today I realised the sadness of those movies. You always have these battle scenes, when a regiment of soldiers goes in rows and they are in the front line and they die from the very beginning, even before the big battle starts. But these people still keep marching and dieing row after row.... without much sense and purpose....

Today I was that soldier in the battle.... I was not the leader with the vision, I was not the big change.... I was the soldier in the front line who was put there to fight.... and died....

Waiting for my reincarnation, will the next be a better life?