War Is Simple, Direct, And Ruthless.

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.

Pressure Makes Diamonds

Americans Love To Fight, Traditionally. All Real Americans Love The Sting And Clash Of Battle.

In War Nothing Is Impossible, Provided You Use Audacity.

So As Through A Glass And Darkly The Age Long Strife I See Where I Fought In Many Guises, Many Names - But Always Me.