Entry 4: Aftermath
The aftermath of this battle was mixed. Some of the greenhorns had some breakdowns from taking their first lives ever. Veterans didn't really give much of a dang and some recruits were already turning into sadistic blood knights so far, driven to temporary insanity by feeling a high when they killed someone. We all sat down as a few people started setting up a mini mess hall in the bunkers. Today's special was hearty meat stew. This was a rare occasion as we usually ate Meals Ready to Eat rations where you heat up a bag using water and instantly get food. Some were good, some poor saps got the vegetable and cheese omelet. We never knew what real home cooking with love and care tasted like, unlike the people in the Ghent Army with loving families. To us, simple beef stew days, taco days, Pho days, and whatever day we were offered a good meal was our home cooking. Bill and I had some long and strangely random chats about weird stuff like Animes, Mangas, and strange things adults shouldn't even like.
"So Charles, did you ever watch Grave Of The Fireflies?"
I responded, "No, what is that thing about?"
He then answered, "Well, it's a movie were you get to watch two kids struggle just like us except they don't make it, die miserably, and it shows just what war does to people. Most of the people here who watched it couldn't help but cry when that they heard the line 'But she never woke up.' at the near end of the movie. I don't blame them, watching a brother buy so much food for the sister only to have her die is a saddening moment."
"Ah, that is a really saddening movie, if I were younger, I'd cry the crap out of myself watching this but I guess that's not happening soon." I replied.
"Well anyways, lets get some food before we have to snack on Biscuits and Gravy MREs again." Bill said as he left off to get some food. I followed suit and got myself a bowl. Our group sat down and had another random off topic discussion while we made nom sounds chewing our stew for the heck of it. Another hard days ends in a long string of hard days. Tomorrow would be another battle but times where you sit down and laugh with your comrades still prove that humanity exists even in the most war hardened people I suppose. Hmm, maybe I am getting sentimental…