Maybe to you we are just men with guns of horror and sin but to I we are the protectors of our soil and the document rights we all seek for. Killzone. To savoir the hearts of those have yet to see this world and those who thrill the end of it. Yet no glory ever comes from value, it's no pay of debt situation my friends but a paid honor of giving someone a more extended life. Warzone. You don't call defeat when you see your men down, you do not call quits when you find a friend lying cold. Do you think of the sights that are faces when trespassing through land that is not your own? Killing another to gain what should be in your hands already, freedom. We pray to not let intruders on our soil. Thousands of soldiers in unknown territory and to do what, gain the unseen. Do you make this decision while thoughts pour out into your drink, no. If we are able to look from more view points than single, our minds would be set out beyond just simple rights documented. It's the dream of changing the future. Anarchy across the nations, to prove how reckless it would be if our laws changed for the "better." Course anyone can do child play but I'm sure you can do much more. Against it, be my guest; you are not forced to play this game. I'm all for it as long as a generation receives the ending motive. There's no time to say goodbye during battle, you can not mourn over a loss. Keep going is the only option and at that point you wonder why you suffer. Freedom. The honor isn't worth anything but the prize at the end of giving hearts of those who aren't even here their best life. What's more powerful than effecting, the warmth of coming home. I myself already changed, I have lived it all yet I'm not satisfied until I've seen change all around. It's not over, the storm has just begun.