Beaches stained red with blood.
Failed attempts to assassinate Hitler.
Thousands of soldiers that could have not wanted to even be on a battlefield.
Countless civilians who made the mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
War was always filled with gory displays of humanity's true nature, and they always stated that it I was its best friend. That is a false statement. War is not my best friend, it is what humans may refer to as a dreaded boss, always pilling more work for me to complete. Expecting me to carry out my gruesome work.
I don't complain though. I just distract myself with colors and stories.
Words were powerful weren't they? They could kill as easily as they could save, and they could outlast the people who wrote them for over a millenia. Unfortunately, there will always be the few who underestimate that great power- and the results could be devastating.
I have already spoken of the Book Thief though, and how she had died only recently.
There are other tales to speak of, and now is the time to tell them.
oOo
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, nicknamed FDR, was an interesting man.
He pulled his country out of the Great Depression, and he had led his country to war against Japan, and Germany. He had been in office for eighty-three days into his fourth presidential term before I carried his soul away in my arms.
For participating in such a bloody conflict, he had a rather boring death, caused by a cerebral hemorrhage.
Besides that though, he was related to the exuberant Theodore Roosevelt, who had died almost thirty years earlier. Oddly enough, he was just as proactive at helping his country, but he had the calm demeanor of Woodrow Wilson.
oOo
There was also that girl, Anne Frank, whose words continue to outlive her even after a time period of over a half of a century.
I believe that Hitler himself had even held her diary, which would eventually get published, long after her death.
Sometimes, I find myself wondering.
What if the Book Thief met her?
Would they get along?
Or would they have the type of rivalry that occurred between those who created, and those who stole?
I'm not even sure that I will ever know, but the questions are a welcome distraction.
I continue to ask, knowing that I will never have an answer.
oOo
Adolf Hitler.
He was a man who inspired so much hate, and single-handedly started a second world war.
I haven't heard a single child state that they wanted to be like him when they grew up. I don't think that it was because they hadn't heard of him.
He was also a weak man, killing himself before his time, but in a way I am glad for it.
In the long run, it meant that there would no longer be as much of a rush to be everywhere at once.
I could invest more time for distracting myself.
I could have more time to remember, reflect, savor... I could just go at my own pace- through time, and life itself.