At the pass of the Alps

We are alike yet unalike, both so far from home, both carrying great burdens. An elephant seems gentle, though a mother will kill her unwanted calf. Whereas I seem harsh, yet would die for these boys, my sons. 

Life is wild and cruel, and demands hard choices. 

I will carry this burden, shivered Hannibal, just as the elephant does, and make the hard choices.