We seem to forget just how fleeting and beautiful life truly is, for most of our own lives. Image by Pamhule via Flickr.
For Love.
The scent of gunpowder and dried blood makes their way to your nose just as another wave of sand assaults your vision. You clasp the rifle even harder; your jaw tightens as you take in your surroundings through your fingers.
Steve’s crouching over there looking ahead; Jack is right behind him with his rifle positioned, ready to shoot. You don’t know where the others are, you just hope that they are still here.
You wipe the beads of sweat off your forehead; the sand is in your throat now, scratching against the parched walls. A dry gulp and you steady your hand…any minute now…
So you wait.
You wait for death to rain in, for the earth below you to bathe in the blood of nameless people, and sometimes you wonder what it is that you are doing here…
You no longer know…
At the beginning it was about protecting the land that you called home and loved since birth, or about making sure your mother didn’t die in a shopping mall bombing or that your nephew and niece could play in the playground and make it out alive…it was about a lot of things, half of which you can’t remember right now…
You’ve seen your nephew aim a gun at you only to find out that it was just another kid who had the same black mop of hair as little Bruce and you couldn’t stop the tremors from coming that night.
So now you wonder, whether you will make it out alive to see Lily in the isle or if she will still remember you years after you arrive in a casket…
And honestly you don’t know.
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We live in a world where patriotism is often measured in how much you crave the blood of another nation or if you think XYZ deserves to be blown off the face of the earth. And I can’t help but wonder, is this truly what we have dwindled to?
In the last decade we have seen wars that virtually serve no good, greater or lesser, but bring down evil in its most inhumane forms. And I can’t find any difference from the ones history has labeled as barbaric conquerors and us…history repeats itself and we continue to learn nothing from it.
My country has no soldiers employed in the battlefields (as far as I know), but it still doesn’t make this war or any other one different from the one that could plague my own country. Violence is violence; you don’t need to be there to know the damage it causes to the soul so long you have a soul.
The only thing these wars have gifted us is the knowledge that for some of us, love for our fellow human beings regardless of nationality, race, caste, culture, religion, sexual orientations or any thing that is different from us, is a notion that is nonexistent.
I am no diplomat or politician, just a young girl who feels that perhaps we should all practice the sweet words of tolerance, respect and love for mankind that we never seem to get tired of preaching to others, a bit more ourselves.