Dear, my little pathfinders. A new war comes over us! I'm not a politican, I don't know what's the issue here. Whatever, you start a adventure, maybe you don't come back, but think about this: it's for good aims, I hope. And if you lay down falling on the battlefield, putrefied and so on. Well, remember my words, you never can expect every-good-time in your live. In every live there are bad times. We must get along with such cases. Laying down, why so pessimistic? Look at the bright site of life. Ok, maybe you are dying, but is the whole world bad on this account? It isn't. Look arround. Is there a butterfly flying arround you? Is it a pretty sunshine day? What is the gras doing at the moment? Does it grow? Be happy about that, because even if you will die the text minutes, but all the things arround you will alive, maybe. Soldiers of ... *looks at a note pad* ... Shireroth! You're blessed by the Great Benny Bunny! Move out into the battlefield and fight for ... *looks at a note pad* ... Shireroth! But before: conclude an life insurance!
Amen!
Citizen in arms
Truly I say to you, citizens: You will know them by their cars!