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.
In battle, choose your weapon wisely. All right? Some people choose a gun. I choose a Phillips-head screwdriver.
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.