The sky is subdued, military jets scream across awful thunder. Soldiers in the wood, guns at the ready, the dog took fright disappeared in the bushes. Deep silence walked past them ignored my greetings am I the target? Vultures circled around, sensing a meal. With a sharp order from an officer, the soldiers march eastward. The dog came back from its hiding place looking shameful. The warning of war is coming this way sure as lightning 60 years of peace- except the Balkans- we are spooked. People of Europe hence the scramble to find a way back home, where they will feel safe huddled together hoping; the war will not affect them. The news speaks about patriotism, time to take sides. When the war is over, those who chose wrongly will be hanged on the winning side, wave flags and feel heroic.