War is not glory. It never was. It’s just a brutal, ugly thing. A thing that chews up men and spits them out like used cigarette butts. You’ll hear the stories, you’ll hear the bravado, but it’s all lies — the glory, the honor, the flag-waving speeches. The battlefield doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor,

By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer We live in a world where the shadows don’t wait for night to fall.Once upon a time, a man could go to sea or hunt the plains or drink in a quiet cantina and know what he was up against. Storms. Tigers. His own cowardice. Things you could name. But now the world’s full of eyes you can’t see, hand

“One Last Swing”(A Prayer for a Miracle) By Roy Dawsoneveyone keeps saying nothing can be donewell I'm the one if we were all in battle in the trenches and we were out gunnedout numbered all hope was lost they were comming to kill all of us I would say get up and follow me because we are not just going to lay here and make things easy for them