Music to Feel Like Shit to.

...was a very funny man. But his humor was that wry, desiccated kind solders whisper, all their jokes subsurface, their laughter amounting to little more than a tic in the corner of the mouth, told as they wait together in their outpost, slowly realizing that help's not going to reach them in time and come nightfall, no matter what they've done or what they try to say, slaughter will overrun them all. Carrion dawn for vultures. -House of Leaves