There is a Great Beast loose in the world of men.
It awoke in dark times, to fight a terrible enemy. It stormed through Europe and across the far Pacific, and crushed the evil that it found there under foot.
But when the Beast was victorious, when the Swastika and the Rising Sun were ground into the dirt, the Great Beast's keepers found that it would not go back to sleep.
The Beast has many heads and on those heads are written names; Dow, Colt, General Electrics and many others. And they are very, very hungry.
So once a generation, America goes to war. A war for war's sake, usually, and often one that could have been avoided. But the Great Beast must be fed, and so there must be blood, in vast quantities. And whether it is the blood of American soldiers or their foes matters not at all.
And so, now, at Fire Base Valley Forge, our time has finally come around.
Today is the day we feed the Beast...
- Punisher: Born