I Am A Soldier, I Fight Where

For Over A Thousand Years Roman Conquerors Returning From The Wars Enjoyed The Honor Of Triumph, A Tumultuous Parade. In The Procession Came Trumpeteers, Musicians And Strange Animals From Conquered Territories, Together With Carts Laden With Treasure And Captured Armaments. The Conquerors Rode In A Triumphal Chariot, The Dazed Prisoners Walking In Chains Before Him. Sometimes His Children Robed In White Stood With Him In The Chariot Or Rode The Trace Horses. A Slave Stood Behind The Conqueror Holding A Golden Crown And Whispering In His Ear A Warning: That All Glory Is Fleeting.

You Must Do Your Damdest And Win.

Urge All Of Your Men To Pray, Not Alone In Church, But Everywhere. Pray When Driving. Pray When Fighting. Pray Alone. Pray With Others. Pray By Night And Pray By Day. Pray For The Cessation Of Immoderate Rains, For Good Weather For Battle.pray For The Defeat Of Our Wicked Enemy Whose Banner Is Injustice And Whose Good Is Oppression. Pray For Victory. Pray For Our Army, And Pray For Peace. We Must March Together, All Out For God.

I Wonder If I Could Have Been Here Before As I Drive Up The Roman Road The Theater Seems Familiar - Perhaps I Headed A Legion Up That Same White Road... I Passed A Chateau In Ruins Which I Possibly Helped Escalade In The Middle Ages. There Is No Proof Nor Yet Any Denial. We Were, We Are, And We Will Be.

Now If You Are Going To Win Any Battle You Have To Do One Thing. You Have To Make The Mind Run The Body. Never Let The Body Tell The Mind What To Do. The Body Will Always Give Up. It Is Always Tired Morning, Noon, And Night. But The Body Is Never Tired If The Mind Is Not Tired. When You Were Younger The Mind Could Make You Dance All Night, And The Body Was Never Tired... You've Always Got To Make The Mind Take Over And Keep Going.