In my waking dream, the sky was on fire.The arrows of war with their aim so true ,were falling from the sky with deadly accuracy. I saw the war ships leaving, the call to arms had been heeded. Pulling away, these great behemoth's lurching their way towards battle. Battling on our own soil, battling in distant lands, spilling the blood of our foes, our allies. The sky now filled with a brilliant red, tainted with grey black smoke, from fires smoldering. People watching the skys with their children, as if they are waiting for the four horsemen, riding across the land on ebon steed. As darkeness decends amongst the faint cries of pain and prayers for peace. Every mother clutching their sons and daughters close to their bosom, wishing this day had never come and would forever end. Every father standing guard, like a lion keeping safe the pride, sheding tears for his rage and prayers for peace. D.Casabonne 9.20.01(C) All Rights Reserved