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Letters
It's been 20 years since those fate filled wars we fought were waged on heaven and earth. As time has slowly slipped by, we all moved on had created families and new lives for our selves. Yet despite growing older those days still replay in our heads as we watch our children grow and play, fear forever in the back of our minds that history will repeat it self.
We did the best to hide our past from them never discussing it, never acknowledging anymore then we had to. But children being the natural curious things that they are never let go and keeps digging, they did this till finally they struck the proverbial pot of gold.
They with a combination of internet searches and the discovery of our old military trunks. Inside the trunks, were old uniforms pictures and letters we had written to each other some had been sent some were meant to remain private.
Twice a month we all got everyone together and had a dinner feast together. That night they served us a bit of our past in between dinner and our dessert. They grilled us about everything, demanded to know what right we had to restrict them in there lives when we fought a war when we were not much older than them. It was a valid point, we weren't prepared to answer.
The kids went off to play and we sat down to discuss our answer. We read through all that they had and relived the emotions, hate, love, and sorrow with the same intensity as the day they happened.
When they came back in we had an answer, they listened and waited to hear a lecture for and answer. Instead we decided to tell a story: