The dim glow falling upon the dried blood of Union brothers in the Manassas eve still guides our path. Constellations, hidden by fierce Pacific storms in the Bataan sky remain obscured by rain. The stars - a billion for every life laid down in Vietnam - still shine on us and will guide those who follow.
"And when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun." ~ William ShakespearXanathe
Somewhere in low sec .....
Squee Thi > (╯\xb0□\xb0)╯︵ ┻━┻ Fuck people not wanting to fight
Dandal Hakoke > Squee, You know you cant flip tables when your on duty.