"A
soldier’s perception of a battle is limited by what he can see and hear. He may see his comrades standing next to him
or, if the smoke is not too thick, the enemy across the field. He may hear the angry buzz of the Minié balls
and the roar of the cannon. But for him,
there is no grand, overarching plan where soldiers move like pieces on a
chessboard. For him the fight is
intensely personal, often reduced to two men:
himself and the enemy soldier trying to kill him." -- The Cause of Darkness
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone