Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.
One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.
Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.
Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.
No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.
There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.