This morning I awoke to the quiet comfort of an armchair, a blanket, a book, and some coffee. As I read the words on the page, something awoke deep within me. I was awake, alive, yet not fully. My eyes were in a sense shielded, blinded from my surroundings. Suddenly, I found myself in the middle of a battle zone, bullets flying by, the Enemy in pursuit. The initial shock wore off and I realized that this wasn't a dream or my imagination, this was and is reality. We live in a world at war, yet we stand by and do nothing. We don't pick up our weapons, we don't enter into battle. We sit lackadaisically on our butts and complain about the injuries we have sustained and wish it was all better.