There will come a time. A day in which we lament the end to our great leader's first season on the Plains. A day in which we go into the long offseason of preparation for future battles to come. A day for reflection. For wondering "what could have been" had comrades not fallen along the way. A day to recall close contests that tides of fate swung against us when they could have swung for us.
There will come a day.
But today. Today is not that day. For today... WE BARN.