A/N: I wrote this while watching the HBO Mini-series "The Pacific" with my dad. All written from Jetfire's perspective in the form of a short drabble. Enjoy!
This place, now one of nothing but war.
I've lost so much...we all have. Our lives, our friends, our home...and we do our best to win it back. But it seems that the chance to gain back what we've known is slipping from our grasp, right through our fingers. I lost my home, as did everyone else. I even lost my best friend, the one who promised to remain by my side.
Two sides fighting for nothing but power. One, the one of valor and true courage. The other, pure lust for power and nothing but evil. These two forces collide, facing off against each other in a close struggle to defeat the other, and attain whichever goals there may be.
Bloodshed, pain, suffering, and strife. It seems that these attributes have become those of our everyday lives. And need it be that way? None of us know. I figure that, no, it does not need to be this way. There has to be some other way to end this, one that will grant us all peace and provide compromises to either faction's wants and, possibly, needs.
But in the end, it seems that could just be my own thought process, what I want to see happen. It could be my selfish intentions, to get my peaceful life back, to have a place to call home again...to reattain my best friend.
Shells crash around me, and corpses of fellow comrades litter the ground as I make my way through, finding cover where I can, and doing the best I can to defend myself, taking out the enemy.
As soon as I hit that thought, taking out the enemy, I freeze. And the whole cycle starts all over again.
We fight. We are all stuck in this endless conflict that will never end until we all fall, or until they all fall. And as devastating as it may sound, there are some who are willing to take it to that extent, instead of trying to find alternate routes to come to a truce, to end the killing, to stop the death that has shrouded us with its cloak of destruction and demise.
At moments, I just want to stand up, expose my location, and cry out, "STOP!" But alas, I know that no one would be able to hear me, whilst the gunfire would continue and the cries of a thousand others would just drown me out. It would only add to the ambiance of war.
My vision blurs as I try to make my escape, to avoid capture or injury, even death. It can't end with death for me. No, it can't. I need to stand up for my fellow soldiers. I need to fight against the enemy. I need to make sure that this all goes through the way I want it to end up. I need to make sure that they don't kill the opposing faction's second in command.
I have to prevent them from killing my best friend.