Ok, these stories just keep popping up, and I can't quite ignore 'em….so here I am once more, and since It's Halloween, what's more fitting than a story with a ghost, huh? So here it goes….
The dead don't speak, the dead don't feel, the death won't ever return, that is an undeniable truth, and no matter how much the ones that live want to pretend they know everything, they don't. They do speak, they do feel, but whenever they open their mouths about war, they only speak nonsense.
Glory.
Victory.
Justice.
That's what they tell you, but it's all lies.
Lies!
Nobody ever tells a soldier just how bad war really is. Not even veteran soldiers that have seen the injustices of war will lift a finger to open the young cadets' eyes. They just let us get brain washed and send us off to die. Some of them will even glorify war, but the ones that don't… well I'm not sure if we would even listen.
They are conniving. Too conniving; so conniving that they make you believe that it's your decision to join the military. Being the impressionable young men that we are-were-, we take it all in. We carry about us a high sense of justice, but yet we don't even know what "justice" really means. None of that matters though, they tell us we're doing a good job and that we're creating a better world for us to live in, and we believe it all, even seeing the carnage at our feet we don't want to open our eyes, then again who doesn't like to be praised and honored. We all want to believe that we really are helping to create a new world. Well do I have news for you. It's all a lie. War is almost never justifiable; war is just another way to vent society's anger and fear towards something. It's all about power, not justice, and I should know, for I was one of those dumb impressionable kids that fell for all those lies, and now I'm dead.
I was just your normal teenager, living a normal life with my parents. I was sixteen, and then something happened. An incident that would send many of us running to sign up for the military in the name of justice.
A stupid reason, but as I've said before, we all fell for it.
And this is how the story began….
Well I just about ran out of steam, hmmm wonder if u figured out who was narrating….its not too hard to figure it out….well I was just thinking, with all this crap going on right now, I started to wonder, if the dead could talk, what would they say about dying in action? How do soldiers feel? I figured, gundam is a good story as any to explore this though..so yeah…
I'll try to post the rest of the story up soon…lol…well bear w/ my weirdness….hope u like the story and sorry if I offended anybody….
Review please!
Happy Halloween