War. War never changes. And neither do good byes. They always make one's heart twist, make hooves sweat, and fill eyes with tears. Sometimes, we must force these good bye's for the good of others. Sometimes we say these good bye's with a grin on our faces. And sometimes, with rage in our eyes. But no matter what, it's always difficult to say. It's always difficult to do. And we always lose part of our self along the way. Arrivederci.