Where once the cry of battle reigned?
Who are these smoky misty forms that
By their blood this ground was stained?

Their cry of pain floats on the wind.
Echoing from the ridge,
Calling for aid and comfort, but alas,
The spans too wide to bridge

*(takes from Fallen Warriors by James W. Richardson)*

history of mankind.. written in blood of adam's first son.. how can one speak of love in all this darkness..is there really something more than flesh and bone..
yes......................................................................hope..let it not be forsaken