"What is the point to kill each other over a different
opinion?" you ask the men. "It's the same as saying that
you like the color blue better, but your friend likes the color red
better. Isn't that stupid?"
The men hang their heads down low.
You can' stand to see people get killed just because they have
different opinoins. So you stand in the middle of the field, hands
outspread. "STOP!!!!!" you cry. The soldiers all turn to
face you.