What
can I say? We were all just lonely scared kids with big Mobile suits just doing
the best we could. We
didn't
think about the future. We just did what we could do. Sigh...but I wish we
could go back...remove
some
of the blood form our hands....Maybe some of
us would have faired better in life...Not been so messed
up
now that we are older.... But then the world needed peace and it seemed kids
were the only people left
standing
when the smoke of old wars cleared...Why did we do it, I sometimes wonder....why
did we become
Angels
of Death....All five of us had our reasons...but now I don't think we can quite
remember them...They
don't
seem so clear-cut now....Now that I look back on all the pain we must have
caused.....I couldn't stop
though...I
was being carried in a tide of war...there was no place for me to go..no place
to hide...Now I set
and
look at the fresh grave before me...and I wonder why....why...did he have to
die...he was too pure...He
survived
the war to be killed in some freak accident...Fate is a cruel thing...We never
get what we ask for...Or
maybe
we do...just not when we want it.....I mean we all wanted to die in the War at
some time...But to die
during
peace....Dang....I don't think I can stand it....He was my brother and my
friend....the others are taking
it
badly to....What will we do with out *his* smile? He brought light, even though
he described himself as
deaths
dark angle....The others have come now...Each of them are stairing at the dark
brown dirt that holds
our
brother under....I wonder if we are thinking the same thing...That life isn't
going to right with out
him....I'm
wondering if we should just die here too...After all a part of us is dead
already...One of my friends
takes
out a gun...He twirls it in hid fingers for a minute....I take a deep
breath...maybe this will me the end of
our
messed up lives...Maybe will find peace with him...But no...he put the gun
away...Tears flow down my
face
but I pay no attention to them....the sun is setting now....Maybe it's time to
go home....But somehow I
can't
move...Like the rest of my companions I sit and stair at the fading light of
the sun...Wondering if he is
in
a better place....Would God take in one so blood stained?....I didn't know...I
didn't want to find out...I just
wanted
him back....One of my brothers stands up...Slowly he goes and lays one single
black rose on the
Grave
marked with his name....Each of us follow....with our own black
rose...Someone....I don't know who
starts to sing an old song.....
....Amazing
Grace how sweet thus sound,......
....That
saved a retch like me.............................
.....I
once was lost but now I'm found,.............
....Was
blind...but...now I see............................
Maybe
I do see now...Maybe I see why he didn't die in battle...This was his favorite
song....Maybe he was
content
in those last seconds of life....I hope we can all make it with out his
smile...I know that's what he
would
want.....Following the other 3 form the small plot...I glance back one more
time.....He's standing there
singing
those words....that old song we just sang for him...
.....Amazing
Grace how sweet thus sound,.........
.....That
saved a retch like me...............................
.....I
once was lost but now I'm found,.................
.....Was
blind...but...now I see..............................
I
motion for the others to turn and see him...They all stair at the ghostly
figure of our friend...singing to us
now
like we had sand to him just moments earlier...He smiled....He smiled....then
waved...Before we could
blink
or call out he was gone...but when I looked up toward the sky....I was a
shooting star...and I know....I
know
he's up there watching over us....Maybe we can all make it af
The End
