As a civilian, I know nothing about combat, the Marine Corps experience or modern man's struggle adjusting to peace after war. I only know what's been shared with me; confidences I would never betray, nor use as details in a novel.

War is life multiplied by some number that no one has ever heard of.

My wish for you, Kallistos, is that you survive as many battles in the flesh as you have already fought in your imagination. Perhaps then you will acquire the humility of a man and bear yourself no longer as the demigod you presume yourself to be.

No one goes unaffected by the aftereffects of war. How we embrace this truth shall determine our path into the future.

It should surprise no one that modern soldiers return home just as conflicted and detached as previous generations. The difference is that in the age of vapid American decadence, their simpler fundamental values are largely irrelevant to we civilians.

Just love slaying dragons, crushing heads of serpents, and beheading giants in our way as we travel in time into eternity with God in us, beside us, and all around us!