When There Is Fear Of Failure, There

War Is An Art And As Such Is Not Susceptible Of Explanation By Fixed Formula

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.

So Let Us Do Real Fighting, Boring In And Gouging, Biting.

Let's Shoot The Works And Win! Yes Win It All.

War Is Very Simple, Direct, And Ruthless. It Takes A Simple, Direct, And Ruthless Man To Wage War.