What is war good for?
Lots of stuff.

Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, all the rocks are mine
Boredom comes and boredom goes, but still all I have is time.
Hum go the lasers, boring there pits, extracting the minerals I need.
Soon to be lost in the construction of ships, to satisfy other's greed.
And so goes the miner, the humblest of profits, the lowest of them all
Yet still we remember, if miners are gone, then all of New Eden shall fall.