Success In War Depends Upon The Golden

Do As I Have Taught You, And You Will Stay Alive.

I Have Studied The Enemy All My Life. I Have Read The Memoirs Of His Generals And His Leaders. I Have Even Read His Philosophers And Listened To His Music. I Have Studied In Detail The Account Of Every Damned One Of His Battles. I Know Exactly How He Will React Under Any Given Set Of Circumstances. And He Hasn't The Slightest Idea Of What I'm Going To Do. So When The Time Comes, I'm Going To Whip The Hell Out Of Him.

Keep Going, Someone Must Be On Top, Why Not You?

Remember That The Enemy Is Just As Frightened As You Are And Probably More So. They Are Not Supermen

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.