Know now that I will miss Spring war this year. It hurts to think that you will take the field without me. I know now that VB in sum bigger than what each of us contributes, yet something that gives something back to us as individuals.

Brockvah impressed me deeply with his descriptions of units singing whilst waiting for battle.

Please somebody put this to music. Alter the words if you need to. I am going to scatter this on the net and see what happens.


We stand here as one
On another fell field
We gather by choice
From some far away place

Our helms in the breeze
Our feet in the mud
The marks on our chest
Are gold quartered blood

Tis Ventbarre we are
Nothing more nothing less
Our shields out before us
Our pikes set to rest

Our helms in the breeze
Our feet in the mud
The marks on our chest
Are gold quartered blood

And if you would join us
As friend or as foe
Be quick with your sword
Your lance or your bow.

Our helms in the breeze
Our feet in the mud
The marks on our chest
Are gold quartered blood

Yes Ventbarre's before you
To fight fight on your field
We'll kill and we'll die
But never once yield

Caslan