What could've been.
The term we have used so much as we look on upon our world. Thinking, wondering, imagining what could've been, what should've been.
Some used to live in splendor, those old pre-war ghouls and whatnot. But the war, the Great War, tore it all away from them, and then spat in their faces and kicked dirt into those poor guys' eyes, made them into one of us.
We tried for peace, we were tried and true.
That led to nothing in the end, though. We squabble over these Old World Ruins as if they held a key to our salvation.
What my many years of Experience taught me, though, is that, no, there isn't anything that could heal this world's scars. No GECK or fancy technology ever will.
For humanity's hatred seeped too deep into the irradiated crust. What we need now is to just admit. Admit that nothing will change until we stand together.
Have Unity like the United States had before all this, before things changed so much.
It's funny, really. How WWII can unite people so thoroughly, yet when the bombs fell and kicked everyone down, we don't stand back up again.
That's what I used to think, but it seems as though that might change.
The Brotherhood, the Enclave, NCR, Caesar's Legion, even that Minutemen group over on the East Coast side of things. Hell, they might actually make it this time, with the Sole Survivor's help.
What I have also realized, is that all these people either fell or rose to prominence by great people, legends people will speak of for decades, maybe in a nice home in a new paradise, like back then.
Though that'd might be my crazy old musings.
Seems like I'm nearing my time though, not as strong as I used to be, and I'm really brittle now.
If you found this note, means my time has come. At the bottom of this note is the key to the room. Pretty good things to give you a nice stand in Nebraska Wasteland.
Sincerely, A Old Raider.