On certain somber days, it happens that when two armies, filled with mutual fear and hatred, clash under a leaden sky—their weapons striking one another with a thunderous roar and blood beginning to flow in torrents—they forget what they are truly fighting for and plunge deep into the fray with but a single thought: the struggle and survival.

When this occurs with sufficient force, when all are filled with the power of their instincts and their consciousness shifts, then perhaps a few captains or generals might look around and realize with horror that they are no longer fighting upon the original plain nor in their original numbers, but are now participants in a battle far greater, one that transcends their imagination. The Eternal Battle.

They will see that they are now fighting a completely different fight—an age-old and endless struggle, a primordial battle that has no end in this world. They will behold the magnitude of the Eternal Battle, in which billions of ranks of bloodied and determined soldiers collide under a stormy sky in an ever-shifting clash; they will see all this, and their souls will swell with the might of all that power. A sacred chill will run down their spines, and their hands, in a resolute patriotic spasm, will raise the banner under which all those brave and determined “good boys” shall rally, throwing themselves with a roaring cry into the enemy ranks to drench the earth with their blood.

That is the Eternal Battle. There is no escape.