The God Of War Is Impartial: He

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes