As the horrific and grisly details of the Fallujah terrorist attack of yesterday are revealed, I am reminded of some of the words of Tolkien's Eomer:

Mourn not overmuch! Mighty was the fallen,
meet was his ending. When his mound is raised,
women then shall weep. War now calls us!

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!