Wolfgirl333- I continued as promised to as long as people keep reveiwing. Your thoughts about my fic is jumbled? Oh well, I hope you sort them out. Thanks for your reveiw.
Sakura123- It's okay. Trust me, that if she becomes a major player, then she won't need rescuing, if anything people need to be saved from her. Yeah, I do feel sorry for Catherine. She will probably keep haunting poor poor Heero. I'm glad you are enjoying how it's turning out. Well, Heero isn't going to start kickin' ass this chapter, more random musing, this ass kickin' will probably start next chapter along with the deaths wearing on Heero, and Quatre's return (Someone else noticed that he kinda dissapeared). About the police question, it will probably be explained when Trowa's death is. Thanks for your intrest and reveiw.
pushpitake- It was kind of ment to reflect a possible future, rather than what's happening now. It could happen in the near future, but i don't believe that it will happen until people forget to think entirely about the resaults of their actions. And just to point this out, I'm actually for the death penualty under the correct circumstances. I believe I answered the question of what defination of murder that i'm useing is . You must have missed it. I think that you came into this fic with expectations, which caused you to read it differently than I intended. Altough you are entitled to your own opionion, I thought I should tell you the author's veiwpoint. If you have anymore questions of comments about the fic reveiw, and I'll answer to the best of my ability. Thanks for your reveiw.
Chapter 7
Author's Note: The poem I use in this chapter is not mine, rather it is Karakot's. If you want her to know what you think of it tell me it your review and I'll pass it on to her. It is called A Soldier's Last Words.
A poem has been running through my mind. It fit's this age, even though it was written ages ago, eons even.
Forgive me, father, for disobeying you
They have disobeyed our forefather's laws by killing the millions who have died in these years between the wars and now the persecution of the soldiers.
Forgive me, mother, for doing what I must do
It is a time where we need to do what we must, and when it's done I am sure we will need to be forgiven.
Forgive me, sister, for being so cruel
It is a cruel time, and they are not only cruel but vicious as well.
Forgive me, brother, for never trusting you
We can't afford anyone, not even family.
Forgive me; I can't hold out much longer
The soldier are fighting a losing battle, and I doubt we can last more than a month longer.
Forgive me; I took that bullet for my friend
I heard on the news that one soldier took a bullet so as to give his friend a chance to escape.
Forgive me, family, please.
No one forgive. Not one brother forgives the other.
I see you holding your baby daughter,
Many children now are orphans even before they are out of the womb.
The little life that was brought into this world.
Some are born as one of their parents dies.
Take care of her; I can no longer,
The other parent is left with the responsible to raise the child.
Tell her I... I tried to save the world.
The people who saved the world are being killed, leave the other parent to tell the child what happened to their other parent.
Promise me you'll look after them, Jamie
Some have others promise to try to help those left living...
Promise you'll try to take my place
Whether as a parent or as a friend.
Promise me she will never be a soldier
Many make those left promise that even if fighters are needed and accepted not to let any in their family succeed them.
Promise me war will never see her pretty face.
Make those left promise that their will be no more fighters in their family.
Someone is crying by a grave five years later,
There will be much mourning by the time this is over.
Wishing he could have been there when she died.
The wish to be there with their loved ones as they die if die they must.
Jamie is standing behind him with that soldier's daughter,
Many try to take the place of those who are lost...
Wishing she could comfort him while he cries
But they never can.
The lessons we learn will be taught again
This truly is a never ending waltz.
By another member of the human race
Or another set of human monsters.
This solder died and now her daughter cries
I wonder if the crying will ever stop.
Because she can't remember her mommy's face
There will be children who don't remember, or never saw one of their parent's face.
Sakura123- It's okay. Trust me, that if she becomes a major player, then she won't need rescuing, if anything people need to be saved from her. Yeah, I do feel sorry for Catherine. She will probably keep haunting poor poor Heero. I'm glad you are enjoying how it's turning out. Well, Heero isn't going to start kickin' ass this chapter, more random musing, this ass kickin' will probably start next chapter along with the deaths wearing on Heero, and Quatre's return (Someone else noticed that he kinda dissapeared). About the police question, it will probably be explained when Trowa's death is. Thanks for your intrest and reveiw.
pushpitake- It was kind of ment to reflect a possible future, rather than what's happening now. It could happen in the near future, but i don't believe that it will happen until people forget to think entirely about the resaults of their actions. And just to point this out, I'm actually for the death penualty under the correct circumstances. I believe I answered the question of what defination of murder that i'm useing is . You must have missed it. I think that you came into this fic with expectations, which caused you to read it differently than I intended. Altough you are entitled to your own opionion, I thought I should tell you the author's veiwpoint. If you have anymore questions of comments about the fic reveiw, and I'll answer to the best of my ability. Thanks for your reveiw.
Chapter 7
Author's Note: The poem I use in this chapter is not mine, rather it is Karakot's. If you want her to know what you think of it tell me it your review and I'll pass it on to her. It is called A Soldier's Last Words.
A poem has been running through my mind. It fit's this age, even though it was written ages ago, eons even.
Forgive me, father, for disobeying you
They have disobeyed our forefather's laws by killing the millions who have died in these years between the wars and now the persecution of the soldiers.
Forgive me, mother, for doing what I must do
It is a time where we need to do what we must, and when it's done I am sure we will need to be forgiven.
Forgive me, sister, for being so cruel
It is a cruel time, and they are not only cruel but vicious as well.
Forgive me, brother, for never trusting you
We can't afford anyone, not even family.
Forgive me; I can't hold out much longer
The soldier are fighting a losing battle, and I doubt we can last more than a month longer.
Forgive me; I took that bullet for my friend
I heard on the news that one soldier took a bullet so as to give his friend a chance to escape.
Forgive me, family, please.
No one forgive. Not one brother forgives the other.
I see you holding your baby daughter,
Many children now are orphans even before they are out of the womb.
The little life that was brought into this world.
Some are born as one of their parents dies.
Take care of her; I can no longer,
The other parent is left with the responsible to raise the child.
Tell her I... I tried to save the world.
The people who saved the world are being killed, leave the other parent to tell the child what happened to their other parent.
Promise me you'll look after them, Jamie
Some have others promise to try to help those left living...
Promise you'll try to take my place
Whether as a parent or as a friend.
Promise me she will never be a soldier
Many make those left promise that even if fighters are needed and accepted not to let any in their family succeed them.
Promise me war will never see her pretty face.
Make those left promise that their will be no more fighters in their family.
Someone is crying by a grave five years later,
There will be much mourning by the time this is over.
Wishing he could have been there when she died.
The wish to be there with their loved ones as they die if die they must.
Jamie is standing behind him with that soldier's daughter,
Many try to take the place of those who are lost...
Wishing she could comfort him while he cries
But they never can.
The lessons we learn will be taught again
This truly is a never ending waltz.
By another member of the human race
Or another set of human monsters.
This solder died and now her daughter cries
I wonder if the crying will ever stop.
Because she can't remember her mommy's face
There will be children who don't remember, or never saw one of their parent's face.