For some soldiers, there is a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies.

Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground and rots, never finding appreciation in the taste of mouths.

A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.

Love can either be your greatest companion or your worst enemy, depending on your pride to accept or deny things.