What the Hell?
No one rides Doo over hear on the dark side?
I don't want to get lonely talking to myself in this forum. Not to mention I would probably get banned for starting to talk to me and I.
Who are the Doo riders that came over?? Role call.
To kill a man... Is to kill a part of yourself. Humanity. Like that man, that part of you stops breathing and dies. There is no resurection. Just a cold silent stillness. What is left is an anamalistic will to survive. And the memory. There will be those who mock me here and say things about me. And they are not far off. However they know nothing of Honor. Or sacrifice... Bravery is being the only one who knows your afraid...
-Anonymous Soldier, Iraq