It was a different time a different enemy. As they lay and wait the blood of the dead poured over them, the sand stuck to their faces like a shroud, changing them anointing them. when the enemy drew near the remaining 4 rose, out of the desert sand they were like hunters that couldn't be seen using stealth their enemies couldn't be used against . when they ran out of bullets they used their blades and when their blades ran dull they used their hands. And their was only one enemy reaming and he called them. G H O S T . Jaymes Young said once in a song "I'll be a better man today. I'll good I'll be good and I'll Love the world like I should Yeah I'll be good I'll be good for all the times that I never could"