January 2011
“We are paratroopers Lieutenent; we are supposed to be surrounded.”
“I am not I; I am but an hollow tube to bring down Fire from Heaven.”
Strong tea in the dark. Good, warm. Dancing with shadows—wishing you were here.
“Will I be invited to the sound?
…Will I be a part of what you’ve...”
“We shall show mercy, but we shall not ask for it.”