They continued this deadly dance across the battlefield, played to the music of gunfire, which rattled them as much as it rattled the hulls of almost every landship in sight, and almost every one they couldn't turn quickly enough to see. Then the music took a bullet of its own, for Jacob no longer heard the song of Andil’s gun.
I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running, not staying, but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.
The dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness.
The most important 6 inches on the battlefield is between your ears.
We are disciples of Krishna, and we look at ourselves like Arjun in the battlefield.
While I don't know if I exist in the land of the elite, I'm definitely on the battlefield with restlessness.