Prologue
I believe that everyone is born with an innate understanding of the world. When we're little, everything's magic; everything's special. But then, we lose the innocence that lets us see the world in the best way possible.
We grow up and we fight wars. And war… well, war changes everything. It devastates countries and destroys families. Worst of all, it rips children away from their innocence. It takes away the sparkle in everyone's eyes.
But then, sometimes, hopefully, the good side wins. The dead are buried and remembered, as burning tears fill the eyes of everyone they've left behind.
Then, after that moment of sadness and heartache, people begin to wonder about their futures. They start to hope again and with that hope, comes strength. The strength to move on and rebuild. The strength to remember and to know it's okay to cry. Most of all, the strength to know that it's okay to live, even though others can't.
Some people go their whole lives without the kind of strength that war can give a person. Sometimes, I think of how lucky they are. They never had to feel that adrenaline rush that built up, numbing years of pain, before finally draining your body, leaving nothing ibut/i the pain. They never had to feel the tearing at their hearts when it was finally over and they realized that so many people were dead and gone.
Then I realize that people die, no matter what's going on in your life and everyone has pain, no matter what kind. At least I had that strength.
This is a story of life. It's about starting over and gaining that strength after war, no matter how long it takes. It's a story of moving on and knowing that's okay.
