War. It's a terrible thing. Red and yellow flames, whether they be of fire or blood, fill your line of vision and the only thing you can think is whether or not you've lived well enough or not. Has your life been worth it. Have you laughed harder, loved longer. Have you taken everything life has to offer and more. Have you experienced everything, whether you wanted to or not. Have you fallen in love, nursed a broken heart and fallen again. It's not only the good things you realize you want to take with you. You want to remember every tug on your heartstrings and every tear you've shed. You have to remember.
War comes in all shapes and sizes. There is pointless bloodshed on faraway shores. There are generals that meet in combat, knowing one will never walk away. There is the clang of swords and the crash of bombs. There is the war waged by a man and a woman, destined never to meet again.
Minds that fight to forget, but hearts that always remember. The silent battle cries in the dead of night, banging on tall, metal gates or frozen cold memories. The taste of copper, of blood, of lips. Stolen moments and secret plans. Blood spilling on the blade or pulsing through veins; it's all the same. For as they say, in love and war. In love and war.