Diary of the Innocent entry one
Sanit Une
The war was terrible... correction, horrifying... and now that it was over, it was the furthest thing from our minds. None of us wanted to talk about, nor even acknowledge the fact that any of us had even fought in it. The pyhsical scars were easily hidden; but I could see the mental scars that it left behind. None of us were the same again.
We had all tried to go on with a normal life. If you could define 'normal life' to a soldier who had to fight to even breath. I knew how they truely felt. It was a curse to know the things that I do; and to be honest I wish I never knew the things that I do. Personally, no should know these things either, it's safer that way. They were in pain; I could tell...I could see it in their eyes. No matter how hard they tried to hide their pain from me, I knew it was there. It was unavoidable, and easily covered up; but, it was there.
I must admit, though, that they shouldn't have hidden their feelings like they did. It would've been easier on them, if they had jsut said what was on their minds, or even in their hearts. But, doing anything like that was vertually impossible. I was living with a buch of statues. They didn't want to talk about anything that even remotely related to war or politics. Now I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but I really think that they should talk about the things that should be discussed, rather than just ignore them, and predend like they don't exsist. I know that the tension is there...it's thicker than Gundanium, litterally.
I've seen the problems that this subject causes; but, at least it gets them talking...I just wish that they would talk longer than a minute about the 'war'. Believe me, you can not accuse me of not trying, because I have tried...more than once. But, they just say that they don't want to talk about it, and they move on to something else. The silence is deafening...and it's getting on my nerves. I want them to talk about their pain, and maybe then they'll begin to heal the mental scars that I see in their eyes. I don't want them to be in pain for any longer than they have to be. But if they keep this up, they'll be in pain for the rest of their lives, and I'll have myself to blame if I don't get them talking about it. I know that I shouldn't have to blame myself. But wouldn't you if you knew something, and didn't do anything about it, if you could. I don't want them to be haunted by the war, and the only way to prevent that is to talk about the pain that they keep trying to hide from themselves and myself. Well, I guess that I'll have to try again tomorrow.
Sanit Une
The war was terrible... correction, horrifying... and now that it was over, it was the furthest thing from our minds. None of us wanted to talk about, nor even acknowledge the fact that any of us had even fought in it. The pyhsical scars were easily hidden; but I could see the mental scars that it left behind. None of us were the same again.
We had all tried to go on with a normal life. If you could define 'normal life' to a soldier who had to fight to even breath. I knew how they truely felt. It was a curse to know the things that I do; and to be honest I wish I never knew the things that I do. Personally, no should know these things either, it's safer that way. They were in pain; I could tell...I could see it in their eyes. No matter how hard they tried to hide their pain from me, I knew it was there. It was unavoidable, and easily covered up; but, it was there.
I must admit, though, that they shouldn't have hidden their feelings like they did. It would've been easier on them, if they had jsut said what was on their minds, or even in their hearts. But, doing anything like that was vertually impossible. I was living with a buch of statues. They didn't want to talk about anything that even remotely related to war or politics. Now I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but I really think that they should talk about the things that should be discussed, rather than just ignore them, and predend like they don't exsist. I know that the tension is there...it's thicker than Gundanium, litterally.
I've seen the problems that this subject causes; but, at least it gets them talking...I just wish that they would talk longer than a minute about the 'war'. Believe me, you can not accuse me of not trying, because I have tried...more than once. But, they just say that they don't want to talk about it, and they move on to something else. The silence is deafening...and it's getting on my nerves. I want them to talk about their pain, and maybe then they'll begin to heal the mental scars that I see in their eyes. I don't want them to be in pain for any longer than they have to be. But if they keep this up, they'll be in pain for the rest of their lives, and I'll have myself to blame if I don't get them talking about it. I know that I shouldn't have to blame myself. But wouldn't you if you knew something, and didn't do anything about it, if you could. I don't want them to be haunted by the war, and the only way to prevent that is to talk about the pain that they keep trying to hide from themselves and myself. Well, I guess that I'll have to try again tomorrow.