As day is to a sword, night is to a shield.

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.

Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.

With the world in a chaos of questions, family should be the answer.

In the horrors of war, please bring me peace.

We tell the dead to rest in peace, when we should worry about the living to live in peace.