In the eyes of thine enemy, I shall show mercy… I yield my sword and lower my shield. I pay my respects and understand a similar pain. death is unpredictable but a stalking predator. I will not fall to my enemy's knees. I will not surrender. But I shall yield in respect. I fight a battle of law, of justice, of fair play and at the hour of deception I will not let down my guard… but I shall not strike thee down in cold blood. For the first time in my life I stretch my hand out.. and offer mercy… support.. and sympathy. This pain… this force.. is recognizable for me… and if you have any sense of respect for "life" its self… you will understand when I say.. that for today… Instead of fighting.. instead of raging… instead of wishing and hoping and planing to shed blood… instead of this… I shall lift my enemy up… brush off his shoulders… look him in the eyes… and extend my hand out in welcome… in peace… in a truce.. for I have witnessed… everyone shares a burden. and today. My Enemy shares a burden I have carried more than once.