Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.

And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for.