War: 'time has had a different effect on you, look at you, you're blue black and you're thru being that kid I knew' - rocky

we hold no bayonets,

march no cadence,

chant no victory songs,

and our army of one

is truly that,

alone,

where the war we fight

is one with ourselves,

as we determine

right versus wrong,

which is always,

always

blurred on the battlefield,

and in this constant tussle,

the silliest thing of all,

is that the thing we learn

to hate the most

is not some almighty evil

or some great foe

who brought upon us, calamity,

but the test of ourselves,

when we are called to face

a mirror image and

do not like the things we see:

that is the nature of war.