"They push. We push. Every once and a while we push hard enough that the light breaks through the clouds and a world beyond the war glimmers. Just out of reach. The war is the world, and the world is the war. But behind every gun sight is a human being. We are those people. We are the jaded. We are the naive. We are the honorable. And the criminal. We are the bound for legent. And the loss to history. We are the knights of the sky, the ghosts in the desert and the rats in the mud. These are