i see the fires of the enemy camp across the muddied and bloodied field that will prove to be my salvation or my tomb.

i see the fear in the faces of those who stand by my side. the men and women who fight, not because they want to, but because they are forced to. 

forced into a situation where they either fight or surrender, to a life of dominating conquerors who will surely used them to the very end of their existence. it is better to die for what you believe in, rather than die for another's beliefs.

i pray now for the strength, the courage and the determination necessary to take to battle.

to battle a foe that is ten times our strength.

it is surely a cause that is lost, but do you really lose, fighting for what you believe in.

and we all, each and every one of us, believe in what we are fighting for.

as we all know, deep in our hearts that the rising sun will surely bring us death.

it is a fight that we surely cannot win, but one that we surely have to fight.

i pray, not for me, but for all the others. guide them and in their moment of departure from this earth, take their hands and led them to a place. a place that will show that it was not in vain. a place where their souls will live forever.

and never again have to fight to keep what is rightfully yours.

i see the first sliver of the morning sun.

i see the beginning of my destiny.