In this pain, we find solace. In suffering, we are reborn. It is not through the trials of battle that we are broken, but rather we are forged. These broken worlds do not know peace, but rather they know the fruits of war - honor, vengeance, blood. We swear our lives to these words. We reject complacency in favor of seizing the mantle of our fathers. We choose lives of warfare, and if we do not return as victors, we will not return at all.

We are not the victims of war.

We are its sons.