Soldiers stand on either side of the battlefield awaiting the order to charge. Enemies lock eyes and grip their weapons. The tension hangs thick like morning fog. Win or lose, the price will be measured in buckets of blood. Two commanders stand apart and calculate what this war will. One of them reaches out their hand, and prepares to speak,
“Ok, well I guess it’s your turn Fred.”
No matter how you dress it up, stalemates are boring.