The War, and the Brave

If we start a war, we begin indifferently. Scared of course, yet fascinated with bizarre bravery; at war we are indulging in fascination of bizarre skill. I am honest, and love war. Unfortunately, I love too many things and will not focus on one, as long as an attack stands. 

To begin at indifference is the charade of souls, within, wanting to war, wanting war and really wanting the war.  The number one reason, is to achieve, improve, want to believe that our ancestors, fallen, or falling may arrive to war. Surely they do not practice greeting anymore, the dead or dying. Do any of us?

To begin the parade of souls, ouchstaent we as humanity must achieve.