In the beginning war was a very personal thing. Foe met foe in the open. Close combat’s fuel was rage and fury. Time marches on. Sticks and stones, then spears and shields. Bow and arrow bring remote kill to the field.
Did we see a gleam in our warrior’s eye as he stepped from the theatre? Death escaped is life on the edge and thereafter a clerk no more. The sky beckons and a human directs a hawk. From a great distance death is now delivered.
Venture into the Blue…
