VALHALLA filemonger 8-29-2000 A soldier was I: Born to kill, Trained to die Drowning In the blood of my foes. Combat: my wife, Son: my gun, Friend: my knife. Until One day, battle-cries rose. My first real wartime, First battle, First courage. I ran. It didn't save my life. The bullet came, Shrieking bolt From the blue. I fell, Drowning in my own death. And Now Within these Halls -- I relive The WAR. And Now With perception I know My FEAR.