A Man With Wife And Daughters Has

One Hundred Only, Lord Earl. But Judge Us Not By Our Number. Rather, Watch The Numbers Of Dead We Leave Behind.

I May Be Stupid, As You Say, To Believe In Honour And Friendship And Loyalty Without Price. But These Are Virtues To Be Cherished, For Without Them We Are No More Than Beasts Roaming The Land.

None Of Us Can Choose The Manner Of Our Passing.

How Many Hopes And Dreams Are Trapped Within These Bones? How Many Wonders Lie Never To Be Discovered? This Is What War Is. Desolation, Despair And Loss. There Are No Victors.

We Are Tiny Flames, Helikaon, And We Flicker Alone In The Great Dark For No More Than A Heartbeat. When We Strive For Wealth, Glory And Fame, It Is Meaningless. The Nations We Fight For Will One Day Cease To Be. Even The Mountains We Gaze Upon Will Crumble To Dust. To Truly Live We Must Yearn For That Which Does Not Die.