Disclaimer: I would never have been able to write so much death.
We that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long. – King Lear
Perhaps it is over. Perhaps we breathe a sigh of relief. For how long?
Before, it was fifteen years. Fifteen years of hope and foolishness. Fifteen years of thinking our families were safe. He is gone now, that much is certain, but there will be another. Another who thinks he has the power of life and death, who knows how to enforce it.
Is it selfish to hope that we are dead before he comes?
This is a new world, what sort of a world we do not know. It will have strong leaders, values, memories, but it will be a darker place for what we have lost.
We did not live through the First War to see our children die in the Second.
Yet there they lie.
A/N - Now I'm upset. A litte feedback might dull the pain?