“ It was as much a battle of wits and words as it was of mitts and swords. ”
Fear is leaden. Courage is golden. Let go of the weight of the world, and you will fly.
~ Dean F. Wilson
Jacob studied the iron graveyard, where every vehicle was its own gravestone. He drove slowly through, as if he was afraid to wake the dead. That was not it though. The general made it clear that they should fear the living.
Sometimes all the players get a bad hand. You just have to be determined enough to see the game through.
He could feel the Great Iron War coming to an end now, but he no longer had his finger on the button. The curtains of the world were about to close, and the play of life would soon be over. There would be no applause.
