Autumn has descended upon us. The wind got stronger, the nights grew longer, the red and golden leaves rustled in the breeze, only to fall.
I fell too.
The last connection I had to my previous life has become old and melancholy. Distraught, weary, beaten, and broken, I have lost my way. Abandoned by friends in this realm of death and destruction, the feeling hope within me has been replaced by pain, anger, and grief of life. A place where those are thinking of you is what one can call their home.
I have no such place.
As my mind ventures into the abyss of my misery, my body advances past the trenches into the abyss of the warfront- No Man's land. As I walk out, nobody stops me, nobody asks of my reason for leaving. Nobody cares. As the war continues, the men of my generation have been erased from the core of the army. The generation above and the generation below don’t understand the predicament of my generation. They don’t understand me.
The Front is Quiet. The sound of shells dropping is not present in the area. Some time ago, the terrain must have …show more content…
I In this world, it is believed that one day, people will understand each other and live in harmony, as I understand these enemy soldiers As long as this world has love, hate will find a way to manifest itself amongst individuals. Yet as I look into the empty blue sky emanating above me, all I have nothing in my heart but hate. To be a soldier, one must confront hatred, the same hatred that killed Albert, Westhus, Tjaden, Mueller, and Kat. Those soldiers lost to hate.
As I look up at the soldiers only a few feet away from me, I men whom I cannot forgive for the death of my enemies. The love shared between my dead comrades is something that cannot be forgotten. Yet these are soldiers don’t seem like they kill for no reason, and I know nothing about them, or their pain. But I hesitate to ask. Even if I understand them now, that doesn’t change my feeling towards them. I still detest
I fell too.
The last connection I had to my previous life has become old and melancholy. Distraught, weary, beaten, and broken, I have lost my way. Abandoned by friends in this realm of death and destruction, the feeling hope within me has been replaced by pain, anger, and grief of life. A place where those are thinking of you is what one can call their home.
I have no such place.
As my mind ventures into the abyss of my misery, my body advances past the trenches into the abyss of the warfront- No Man's land. As I walk out, nobody stops me, nobody asks of my reason for leaving. Nobody cares. As the war continues, the men of my generation have been erased from the core of the army. The generation above and the generation below don’t understand the predicament of my generation. They don’t understand me.
The Front is Quiet. The sound of shells dropping is not present in the area. Some time ago, the terrain must have …show more content…
I In this world, it is believed that one day, people will understand each other and live in harmony, as I understand these enemy soldiers As long as this world has love, hate will find a way to manifest itself amongst individuals. Yet as I look into the empty blue sky emanating above me, all I have nothing in my heart but hate. To be a soldier, one must confront hatred, the same hatred that killed Albert, Westhus, Tjaden, Mueller, and Kat. Those soldiers lost to hate.
As I look up at the soldiers only a few feet away from me, I men whom I cannot forgive for the death of my enemies. The love shared between my dead comrades is something that cannot be forgotten. Yet these are soldiers don’t seem like they kill for no reason, and I know nothing about them, or their pain. But I hesitate to ask. Even if I understand them now, that doesn’t change my feeling towards them. I still detest