( música de acompanhamento à leitura, do último post, no rodapé )   A wounded warrior is still a warrior!! Wait... A wounded warrior is still a warrior?? Or...are these few words only meant to calm, the smell of oncoming death? Among so many wounded, can one trick death, into choosing, into letting one live ?? Slowly he rose to his feet, thoughts linging, torn, battered, hollow. He stared at himself, eyes burning heavy... Dusk was near. Time was running. He wished for something else... (...)