The enemy you don't know is more dangerous than the enemy you do know.
War does not determine who is right, but who is left.
History is made by the victors.
I watch the red birds fly by, Swift in their march through the night sky. They disappear into an inferno Before my very eyes. Those who would wish death upon me And watch to see if they made their mark, They too will see the red birds marching Into their homely vessel, Leaving behind an arc, A trail ending in the inferno Of the red birds March.
It is a poem about missiles, if you can't tell. :3