Spoils of War
2007-04-19 || 10:38 p.m.

I find myself in the trenches facing an emotional seesaw crisis Dodging the bullets of my problems running to tackle the mission ahead to capture a few hundred feet and then to be beaten back again

By the German The Italian The Englishman The Frenchman

We've made some gains but now we are facing some terrible losses. The Commander in charge says the objective is just over the hill and to muster up the last bit of strength and charge up the face of Death... To conquer it to stake our claim on this relationship we've made to the soil.

It's Our soil... or, was our soil... now its their soil. I'm sure they are thinking the same thing. Still others look up at the commander with doubtful faces, they look to the men on the right, and left, with such sadness they lay their weapons on the unfaithful soil and walk away.

They walk away because honestly what are they fighting for. Why go back....when their hearts have been amputated.

But what about the courageous ones... the ones who stick it through. Never excepting defeat by foreign or domestic enemies.

What Glory and Honor they await. Faithful to their captain Faithful to their crewman Faithful to the soil. Faithful to their duties Faithful to their oath. Standing before Spectators with their Spoils of war.

Holding hands making an Oath before God. An oath to the unfaithful soil.

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