• I rose when I saw the glistening wonder fall gently and swiftly from the heavens and on my flesh. I stood in marvel, for I have not seen it in ages. I looked around and saw my comerades as distraught as I was. I raised my head again and whispered.
    "Come Hell and High Water."
    I then closed my eyes and the tears ran down. I then smiled as my greif, stress, regret and remorse drifted away. Come Hell and High Water. I was free of myself now. My soul gently lifted with joy. It was the most cheerful experience I have felt after all the suffering I went through. I will mourn the dead no longer. Come Hell... and High Water.