Something more, I think is war. The word alone strikes a chord. Be it dark, or be it light, Men have given eternity just to fight. Just to raise a rifle and take sight. Only to bleed for what is right. A rumor I?ve heard, that truth is dead. It died with God, so they said. Then why have men fought and bled? My eyes have seen the fields stained red. They that died knew the path they led. Sacrifices are made and blood is shed. This is honor, This is valor, These are the heroes that never cower. ?The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.?