We shall dread the forthcomingEvery seconds sears meAs my anticipation dripsStepping back to where it startedGrasping my first weaponAs a protectorWearing my armorSwollen with prideHaving the initiativeWithout insightTraining will be an aidAnd debriefing ensuesIntelligence will serve us wellBut nothing could ever truly prepareThis is what we dreadStrategy ripped from my mind in cold bloodReplaced with mere survivalWhat have I becomeBut I have not yet begun to fightAnd I will not be deterred
