I press on. Even when there doesn't seem to be much of a point. I go on. I proceed. I don't give up. I stay positive. I charge ahead. Up the hill. With gunfire raining down on me. By gunfire I mean negative thoughts that try to tell me it's not worth it, that I should give up. I fire back with my musket. I fix my bayonet. Blood blood blood makes the grass grow. I charge up the hill. Blood blood blood makes the grass grow.