I apologize for this little naive test full of grammar/spelling mistakes but I just wanted to make a little tribute to War in the pocket that I just finished and that I just completely loved.

English is not my first langage, this story takes place at the end of the 6th ova.


Al burried his face in his hands. Those were neither big, neither warm, neither anything he needed right now. His tears were overflowing from them. They were making their way between his fingers and falling on the ground. The soft sound they made when they hit the ground was covered by his voice. Some kind of words were trying to make their way up his throat but failed, leaving whimpers were there should have been been words and sentences.

Why did he die ? For which purpose ? Why people weren't crying with him ? Why were they happy ? Why were they laughing ? Why were they living ? Why were they doing all of those things while so much people couldn't do them anymore ? Why were they doing all of those things while Bernie couldn't ?

The whys pushed themselves inside Al's head, every single one making his tears twice as big. He heard the annoying girl saying she was going to bring a teacher. He felt the soft, reassuring warmth of his friend's hand on his shoulder. He also heard his comforting voice , "don't be sad, there will be another war, bigger, flashier than this one !", "we will be able to collect tons of bullets ! Maybe live rockets ! And maybe a soldier will share his food with us !".

No ! He didn't want to see another bullet, another rocket, another soldier ! He never wanted to see those anymore. They could go in another galaxy, in another space-time but not here. Not where Chris, and his mother, and his father, and his friends still were ! Actually, they could go nowhere ! They just had to stop existing. Yes it was that ! They just have to stop existing, to disappear, to vanish like water vanished when he flushed the toilet and after that, life could just go on, without them. But, the grin that once covered his face wasn't here anymore. As if... As if weapons could one day disappear...

He felt the teacher pulling him, pushing him, guiding him to the infirmary. There he lied down and stared at the white ceiling, tears of sadness and anger still going down his cheek. He could hear the soft voice of the nurse. Why was he crying ? He opened his mouth to answer but soon after closed it. He was crying because young, middle-age, aged people had died, were dying and would die. He was crying because Bernie were nowhere to be found and that as soon as a new war would start Chris would also be nowhere to be found. He was crying for all the people that soon would be nowhere to be found.


Hope you enjoyed.