It is the Art, the Dicipline, the Challenge, the Mystique which draws me to the sword time and time again. Honor,     Mono y Mono Day of battle,     under Sun Steel cage,     resting death Age Old Quest,     who's the deadliest Weary bones,     Im-pa-tience, Ring of steel,     ringing ears Silent sky of clouds above,     Warriors fall like leaves today Just one more,     not time to rest Time for rest,     when in the grave. Why Why are the innocent Punnished Why the sacrafice Why the pain There arnt any promises Nothing is certain Only that some get called Some get saved They wont ever know     the hardship and grief for those left behind We commit these bodies to the void     with a glad heart For within each seed     there is the promise of a flower Within each death     no matter how small There is always a new life     A New... Beginning!         - Alien 3 -==========//== Kristobal