What pain drives men to suffer the pangs of war... too, send their best and brightest to stand before the sword... too, bleed red the earth. Where comes this driving force and its counsel to war... to war, in our streets and back yards, where our children will reap of the steel of man's rain. Shall we not suffer long for such a reproach before God.... too, drive our swords into the very heart of our brothers? Where comes this silent killer to steal their innocence, to reap the tears of our daughters... and harvest the strength of our young...