I fight for the men I’ve held in my arms, dying on foreign soil.
I fight for their wives and children whose names I heard whispered in their last breaths.
I fight for the we few who did come home only to find our country full of strangers wearing familiar faces.
I fight for my people, impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them, yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves!
I fight so that all the fighting I’ve already done hasn’t been for nothing.
I fight because I must.



The women look just fine - the nerve! 