Stitches come off the history text book. Pages of battle fields are ready to flee. The mighty swords are put away to rest. Winds change their direction Fill a funnel out of the rolling pages. And the bygone battles rattle up a shadow play on the walls. History written in blood soon goes out of print. Many hundred year wars, that never make it to the dangerous edge of a student's memory. But a personal battle rages on. A snail's movement on a national highway. One day there might be a cross over to some meaning.