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Ares trembles when he looks at the blood stained dirt beneath his feet. At the soldiers torn to pieces over a war fought for no reason. And his heart breaks again.
He has long since stopped understanding the need for war and battles and he rejoices in the loss of influence on them starting, though he wishes for the control he once had to be able to stop them. The memories of the senseless loss of life pass him in a blur; the Napoleonic wars, the great war, world war two, the cold war, the Korean and Vietnam wars, the Afghanistan war, the Iran/Iraq war.
He stares at the ruins of a school, and a hospital and weeps for the lives lost and innocence he once had when he went into 'glorious' battle thousands of years ago and thousands of times. He stopped believing in the heroic and celebrated war when he stopped being a God, when the people he had once loved, turned on each other.
Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.