O THAT I WOULD GO TO BATTLE NOT THIS DAY

Thank God the rhetoric has settled when I came on this AM although some of us got bad news, it seemed a little more welcoming to me. Miss your therapy threads, Ciao

I believe you Ghillie have stated rather well what needs to be said
Victoria quod evinco es nunquam singulus per tractus solo vix,
Victory and defeat are not separated by the length of any one scar.

I was thrilled to find this site as I have stated in previous posts. Although I am new to you all, I feel I as a sister to my brother in uniform that I must bring to your attention the hopelessness that I am starting to feel at finding a site where we as soldiers, people whose lives have been dedicated to resolving the most deadly issues in a calm, controlled planned manner, cannot seem to control the ridiculousness that has now taken over this site (at least it appears to me). The issue: I hate to say it here it comes YES THE DAMN DMFF. At ease soldiers, enough already..when someone comes on this site, someone who has not done battle alongside you all, you all who feel hurt and feel you have been wronged through out this long and arduous journey of this Class Action please can you put on that uniform if only in your military mind; and do what you have done a thousand times in the past; do not use energy unnecessarily, when a target is dead it's dead. Facto Non Verba Action Not Words..I do hope the following will help you reflect on just how futile war is, was and always will be, stop this war please.

O that I would go to battle not this day.
There is no glory there.
Only the blackness of the eternal loss
and hope that is despair.

There is no glory for the should
The battle steals away
and splendor of the soul in light
and takes its power for the fight.

O that I would go to battle not this day.
There is no hope in that field.
There is no glory for the dead,
whose souls are given for the fight,
who will walk empty from the night.

O that I would go to battle not this day.
That I could turn this enemy with joy in my voice,
calling it to join with me
to see the unity of light and dark.

As if we could see who was whom
Am I the light?
Should I so presume to wonder if I could
walk this path with clarity of vision?
Am I the light?
Should I so presume?

Perhaps not.
I would not so stand here on this field
if I were the light.
Never would I have turned
from the truth long enough to see this path.

O that I would go to battle not this day.
Run.
Run. It is not a beauteous sight.
It is not glory.
It is not what we believed.

O that I would go to battle not this day.
That I could reach across this field
to the other who stands and prays
"O that I would go to battle not this day."

I know as I hear the sharpening of the sword
that no one has the heart for this.
There is no joy in the battle.
There is no joy in the fight.

O that we could not go to battle not this day.
That we could reach to the other and say,
Unite for the time that we may,
to stand in the light
and know the futility of the battle.

O that I would go to battle not this day.
But I will fight on.
I know no other way.
It is finished.
There is no place to be
but in the battle deceived.


We are all of the same cloth we are Veterans in the heat of battle we can lose our way in the smoke and mirrors, O that I would go to battle not this day, can we wave the white flag and stand down when the battle is amongst ourselves.