war

ye know, lad, said the seasoned warrior, warfare isn't all about clashing swords in the battlefield and cavalry charges, about city sieges and general bloodshed. warfare, he explained, absently chewing the cigarrette tip and polishing the shiny blade of his sword, warfare starts before, much before the drums of war can be heard. it starts with a vague threat whispered by the wind. you feel a tension in the air, as if the hell could break loose at any moment. you see people's faces, sullen and grave, aware that there's something up somehow. you note anger bursts coming out of nowhere. now, that's what war is all about, lad. that tension, that veiled threat, that's what fuels the general mayhem we see in every battlefield worth the title. that's what makes fury to run deep. that's what lies underneath fear. and fear, my boy, fear does not moves an army backwards, but forward, straight to the enemy.