The Void
The Dark Hour (New)
Only those who have been there really know what it's like out there on the front lines. There amongst the dust, deep on the front lines of hell. I am not one of those people, for I know only of the pain and suffering from way beyond the ravages of war.
I see what other people like me see, I am told only what they who plan the strategies of combat feed me through media control, and the harsh realities of war burn me deep into the core of my soul.
Only those who stand in the face of certain danger, know the feeling of staring death in the face. For it is those who's honor goes before valor, and courage gives them the power of grace.
I shall not ever be faced with the choice whether a life is worth more then a grain of sand? So I as a free man will never have another blood on my hands. In the dark hour, when the time has come, it is only those with hearts of stone that will be there to stand alone.
In this desolate place of sand and stone, their close comrades in arms are pitted against a tide of anger and hate, amongst which men of idealism await their own fate.
During this dark hour, men cross the sand in search of enemies hiding amidst fortresses of ancient stone and ancestral grace, fighting for a cause far greater in their minds, then the future of the human race.
I will never see, the curse of war. I shall not bow down to the ideologies of another culture, and battle head on to stem the tide of terror.
But for those that do, face real danger. Crossing over lands far away from the comforts of home they tread in sand and woodland to face their enemies.
The Dark Hour (New)
