I live near a stream that has been running dry for years into a winter lake that has been drained to a helicopter pad trees around wear dusty uniforms. There is edginess in Europe after many years of peace the warrior monster is waking up. The monster is ****** erratic and can strike at any time asks for more weapons. We think we know who the enemy is, as usual, but we are wrong as we listen to the voice of antagonism. A new page of history is written; we must make a choice Not wait till millions of people are killed, the last bomb dropped when a poet writes about the war, be βthe guardian famous.β The new peace will only last so long because the human mindset is set on war; this is our tragedy. The voice for peace is as puny as children cry in the symphony of the battlefield.