Soldiers Are Issued Armour For Their Flesh

Desires Should Never Be Justified,' Tehol Said, Wagging A Finger. 'all You End Up Doing Is Illuminating The Hidden Reasons By Virtue Of Their Obvious Absence.

War Has Its Necessities...and I Have Always Understood That. Always Known The Cost. But, This Day, By My Own Hand, I Have Realized Something Else. War Is Not A Natural State. It Is An Imposition, And A Damned Unhealthy One. With Its Rules, We Willingly Yield Our Humanity. Speak Not Of Just Causes, Worthy Goals. We Are Takers Of Life.

We Are All Lone Souls. It Pays To Know Humility, Lest The Delusion Of Control, Of Mastery, Overwhelms. And, Indeed, We Seem A Species Prone To That Delusion, Again And Ever Again." ~fiddler, Pg. 558

We Humans Do Not Understand Compassion. In Each Moment Of Our Lives, We Betray It. Aye, We Know Of Its Worth, Yet In Knowing We Then Attach To It A Value, We Guard The Giving Of It, Believing It Must Be Earned, T’lan Imass. Compassion Is Priceless In The Truest Sense Of The Wold. It Must Be Given Freely. In Abundance.

The Soul Knows No Greater Anguish Than To Take A Breath That Begins With Love And Ends With Grief.