Let us meet again when it is all said and done
Under the lush pine tree atop the grassy hill,
Leave quarrels to the past and in the wind be gone,
Let our new friendship grow as warms the morning chill.
My heart shall be lighter then, than it is today
For among my brothers many fell in the fray
And I can feel my soul haunted by this vision.
War is not the answer but a grand illusion.