Parabellum.

"Load with ball. Go from head to head. None will be left FOR dead. All shall be left AS dead."
Is "The Postman" prophetic? Why did I just get a flash of myself with hoary head, scarred face, ragged uniform and tarnished badge on horseback addressing troops amidst bodies? Perhaps a hackneyed story is forming in me head? I must be spending too much time around cannons. I might try and contact that lit agent I read about in the paper last week. Maybe I can get that backlog of stuff I've got published for a little extra cash? Not much chance, but I'm no Emily Dickinson, hoarding things, hoping they'll never see the light of day. Of course, I'm NO EMILY DICKINSON, but who the hell knows.