...and at the end of another night the words of Dire Straits help put many things into perspective...
"These mist covered mountains, are a home now for me....
Through these fields of destruction,
Baptisms of Fire
I've watched all your suff'ring
As the battles raged higher
And though they hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not dessert me,
My Brothers in arms.
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell....every man has to die!
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms."
Dire Straits - "Brothers in Arms"