A Man Must Know His Limitations.

A Cynic By Experience, A Romantic By Inclination And Now A Hero By Necessity.

Hate Is The Father Of All Evil.

It Would Be A Fine Thing If War Could Be Conducted As A Game Where No Lives Were Lost. At The End Of A Battle Combatants Could Meet [...] And Drink And Talk.

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

Blood Always Aids Blood, My Friend.