There is a story told about a soldier who did not want to go to war, but wanted to be a soldier none the less. They say when the day came he froze in his bed, at the harbour, in his bunk, and at the frontline. i don't know why that came to mind but that was a good start. Inspiration is back and it is going nowhere anytime soon. I am happy again. The soldier shot his first shot when it mattered, that's all. That... is the moral of the story. I think.