The one minute. The soldier’s minute. In a battle, that’s all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after, nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute.
Battle is a joyous thing. When we see that our cause is just, tears come to our eyes. A sweet delight fills our hearts.
There are things you can’t control. There are battles you lose. At the end of the day, the only thing we have is the people we trust.
In battle, choose your weapon wisely. All right? Some people choose a gun. I choose a Phillips-head screwdriver.
Someone once said that everyone is fighting a battle of their own, that you can’t see. But sometimes, sometimes you can see.