War is always the same. Men converge on different sides of a field. Whether corn, wheat, or just a meadow of wild flowers, the arena has never mattered. The men on each side of the field hesitate the charge. The leaders have decided it is necessary. The question that consistently comes to my mind is why. I have battled numerous times and have never seen victorious armies really be victorious. Never have I seen good come from bloodshed.
The only thing needed to make a charge, in battle, is heart. If a man doesn’t have the heart, he does not have anything in a battle. Many say courage is what you need, but that isn’t so. You can have a Lion’s courage, but if lacking heart, courage will run out, heart is everlasting. The men around me I know have heart, and for that I thank the All Mighty. I don’t need to worry about them, because no matter what they will be at my
side when the time comes. These men have shown their heart to me in many clashes before.
The captain has just called roll and we are all here as we’ve always been. Time grows near for the battle to begin, and us to kill the enemy, whoever it is. That’s our trade and we will do it with love, with hate, and with determination to be victorious. Even though victory isn’t really victory, as many friends are sure to die.