War.

Belligerence.

I smell it.

There's something coming over the horizon.

Its this feeling of uneasiness I get when listen to a song, when I look out of the window. It's made me relook over my fieldpack and my other Army equipment three times already.

A gut instinct. My instincts have not let me down yet.

I hope they do.

Its the women and children I worry about.

The men will need their support.

They must have it.