By Perseverance, Study, And Eternal Desire, Any

For Over A Thousand Years Roman Conquerors Returning From The Wars Enjoyed The Honor Of Triumph, A Tumultuous Parade. In The Procession Came Trumpeteers, Musicians And Strange Animals From Conquered Territories, Together With Carts Laden With Treasure And Captured Armaments. The Conquerors Rode In A Triumphal Chariot, The Dazed Prisoners Walking In Chains Before Him. Sometimes His Children Robed In White Stood With Him In The Chariot Or Rode The Trace Horses. A Slave Stood Behind The Conqueror Holding A Golden Crown And Whispering In His Ear A Warning: That All Glory Is Fleeting.

...an Imperfect Plan Implemented Immediately And Violently Will Always Succeed Better Than A Perfect Plan.

Unless You Do Your Best, The Day Will Come When, Tired And Hungry, You Will Halt Just Short Of The Goal You Were Ordered To Reach, And By Halting You Will Make Useless The Efforts And Deaths Of Thousands.

There Is No Proof Nor Yet Any Denial. We Were, We Are, And We Will Be.

War Is A Bloody, Killing Business. You've Got To Spill Their Blood, Or They Will Spill Yours. Rip Them Up The Belly. Shoot Them In The Guts.