I've often thought,
I've often contemplated
I've oft' dwelled
Upon the scuzz of war.
Men slain, spray their last flow of blood upon my face.
Men slain, spew their last curse upon my soul.
Men slain, speak of their spawn, as if I care.
Men slain, spend their last moments in pity, seeking mercy from me.
Men slain, are just that. Men slain.
Imagine a churl who hath defiled the innocent beg upon his knees to not reap what he hath sewn.
I am his Seamster, he my quilt. Yet mercy is not on my agenda. Doth not he understand?
Violate a child, become my enemy. Simple.
War is not for the faint of heart, .. war is for those who deal out justice in a way that dervantiants will cease to derviant. Get it?
There is no beauty to war, there is no glory, there is only "this job is done, march to the next job, complete the job, move to the next."
Truth be told, there is no evil, there is not good, there is only stop the malevolent, before he malevates again.
Complicated obstacles barre our path. Strategy, Tactics, Equipment, Ordinance, Logistics, the Will of the Tribe, -- your conviction ... your resolve.
The God of War Tyr says,
"Nobody wants to report atrocities, for those that have seen can not place it into words you would understand. Just know they exist. Keep your bubble spotless, but do not complain when business must be taken care of."
See now why warriors must exist?
I sat and pondered what my Goddess revealed. I sat with complete comprehension, Her revelation, as She gave it. I sat thinking, I could no longer sit.
So, though my cohorts where up and out, a' partying their latest victories, boldly boasting feats yet to come, I went to the village watch ...
To command him to go through the land and bring me mien Jomsvikings, elite of the elite, for we are to go a'journey through the gates of Mimir.
I've oft thought .... then as I drink myself into a stupor, I listen to the Valkyries swoon the Einharjar ....