Just a reminder to everyone that they risk more than their lives on the battle field. I think that after the number of mental breakdowns in GW, it deserves repeating.
Taught
When
war began
I
felt, and loved, and bled.
Proudly,
gladly, I marched away
And
high I held my head.
For
when I left I believed
That
it would soon be done.
As
everyone claimed,
My
battles fought, my victories won.
I
knew, then,
That
my enemy was human, too.
He
felt, and loved, and bled,
Even
as I used to.
But
then I fought,
And
then I learned
Of
the horror that is war.
And
then I killed,
And
then I learned,
Of
tears, and blood, and gore.
I
learned, then
That
my enemy bled and died
For
I killed him,
As
he killed the comrades by my side.
So
while once
I
felt, and loved, and bled,
That
time is forever gone,
And
inside I'm already dead.
Others
try to love me,
To
tell me it's not so.
But
deep inside I feel it.
And
deep inside I know.
You
see, I've learned that now it's much too late-
My
soul died on that battlefield, when I was taught to hate.
Well, that's it for today's posting- if you're a fan of one of my other fics, don't worry, I'll have at least one new chapter out within a week!