Post by James on Mar 16, 2010 16:50:25 GMT -5
War is our happy pain
We love, we fight, and we die. Isn’t life worth more? As the days go by, we take more than we should give. We kill, who are we to say we can take another’s life? Are our hearts really so atrocious? Our head, brains, and corrupted thoughts take over our hearts. Are we god? No, we us humans, know nothing about life and death. Who are we to say, we can decide who lives and who doesn’t? We can’t, and it’s hard after acting out so much of the same sin. Murder. We are murders. War, is a fight that does much unnecessary destruction to our home.
We have a reason to fight we say! We are protecting our families from harm! And we are going to die with great honor for our nation! Our land! Our country! We lie so much without reason of it. I would rather be in pain, then know I will never see a important person to my life. My heart cries, my head aches, and my soul feels unclean. I may not be a murder that does the kill personally. No, I’m much worse. I know many are dying, grieving, crying, and wishing but I’m doing nothing. I try my hardest to forget everyone’s pain.
This war does far more damage than good! What do we get out of this bloodshed nightmare? Dead loved ones, higher gas prices, and more suffer to all? We get our point to the world, that we are truly heartlessly careless! We do not think of others, we think we do, but think wrong. To fight your best friend, do you wish them dead with they disagree with you? Or your lover, when your head screams out, “Hate,” do you wish them dead as well? Or how about a stranger, on the sidewalk, he hits you when walking, do wish him dead as well? Do our hearts really want it? What makes it different if a person lives somewhere else then our country?
Our country started with what we must hate. People from afar came to this land, while many were already here. We were once, what we fight. So must we judge?
Their beliefs are wrong because they aren’t here? They’re needs are wrong because they aren’t us? But we won’t let peace or friendship in hand. They are not welcome to this land, or to be one of us. And why is that? Do enjoy this secretly? Do we know many are dying, and don’t care? Do we fancy the death of many? Why not, for sake of delight, kill those who disagree with us?
We are always saying we only want to be happy. A person would say to a lover, “I’ll do anything to make you happy. ” A person would say to his best friend, after something is lost, “You deserve to be happy.” Then we say to ourselves, “I only want to be happy. Don’t I deserve that much?” Who are we to say we to say such a thing? To lie to loved one, our friends, and ourselves? We say we need happiness, that we want it, and that we deserve it. Do we truly have the right to such an honor?
We hurt many people, we kill so many with the way we are. This war that goes on shows what we are, monsters, murders, and killers. We want to be happy, taking families apart? We lose loves, mothers, fathers, brother, and sisters. So may who will come home to never see their little sons and daughters.
War is our happy pain. We prove it each day we fight. With each person that is dead, and gone, we are so much closer to leaving our own. If you enjoy the death, what about everything else? What about the people we love? The people who do care, are dying inside. Some care, and love deeper than their own life itself. They lose they’re light, they are different after they lose nearly their own life.
I remember losing someone who was, and still is the most important person to me. I look after them, but if I were to find out them dead. I wouldn’t know what to do. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I only know half of the pain of many. I wrote a story, only months after I was left, getting my feels out. All the sadness, heart ache, and anger I had went out on that paper. In it was a letter.
Hand to hand, heart to heart. I wished it would have always been so. But not anymore. Not after what had happen. I and many others miss you. But you are gone, I can’t see you anymore. You see me, you see angels, and you never again will see pain. I would give anything now to see you. To beg on my knees for you to forgive me. Even though I know you would. I know you forgive me, your heart was always to kind.
So I pray. I was never a prayer , or a believer. Not until you left me behind, I believed then. I knew there to be a place for those like you. A special place you had to be. What you deserved was somewhere to go, where you got a break. The thing I cry about is that even when I go, I won’t see you. I don’t deserve you. I never did. I always loved you. I know I will always love you. Even now, when I know I can’t be with you.
I am here to beg, to beg you to show I’m a little worth your life. You gave your life, so I could live. To protect me. But now I’m lifeless. I thank you, but beg you, even though I don’t deserve you, because I didn’t stop you from leaving to this war. Let me be with you when I go. I love you.
I crave your green eyes again. I want to see that again. The nights I felt alone, I’d look at your loving eyes, and I knew you were there for me. There to protect me, to love me, to show me I wasn’t truly alone like I am now. Even though, those nights, you were with me, you and me both knew you had somewhere better to be, but neither of us had the heart to say so. I was grateful for the love you had for me, hating it that you, loved me, and hating I loved you. I never felt good enough, and now I feel worse. To know you’re never going to wake again, because you died for me.
I want you back. I want to keep you safe, like you made me feel safe. I want your strong arms around me once more, and forever.
I want to say I love you to eyes, not your grave. I lay on your grave, crying so hard. Tears on my letter, tears on my chest, tears on your grave.
I know I was never wroth the second glace if I was ever worth the first. But you gave me, not only looks. But you gave me love, hope, life, and reason.
What do I live for now? I want to go back, and kill each of the them. I don’t know who killed you, but I hope to the deepest, cruelest, most painful, death possible to kill such a person like you. I know these thoughts are not things you would want me to think, you saw the best in those who shouldn’t have had such a look. Why you went, I never understood, it just wasn’t you.
I still have your ring. The ring that said you loved me, I can’t take it off. I love you too much, and I miss you every day, and every night.
Show me somehow you’re happy. That you are in no pain. So that I know, that it was edging worth it.
I love you. I didn’t say it enough when you were here, so I say it over and over and again. I won’t stop, loving you. So please love. Please my love, I know I took too much, but when I die let me be with you.
This is someone who lost someone important. I had needed to get all my sadness out, and weak feelings in my story, this how it came. I thought about how I would really feel if someone I had loved died. It’s a feeling I couldn’t imagine, nor did I want to try anymore.
Someone loved is dead, and is gone. Those of the family, of the dead, the no long living, blame themselves. Feel if maybe they had tried harder to make the “soldiers” stay home, and be safe, they wouldn’t be dead or even hurt as they may be. Doctors can only do so much even with many talents, many “soldiers” lose limbs. And we think, and say out loud, ‘How lucky you are.’ Luck not to be dead! Those who lost loved one, they get to feel the blame and suffer, and what good comes of it? Some wish to die and join their missed ones and do, some move on, and some never move on until they die. Why risk losing something so valuable for nothing? A human life for nothing? We are so worthless, and horrid?
God, did he put us here to die?! Did the Lord, almighty god, make us so we could die?! Are we on this Earth to hate?! No!
This may not be something that truly happen, my letter, but does it not edge your heart? Those people who have to watch, their lovers, friends, son, daughters, sisters, brothers, grandchildren get buried. To know they will never come home to their lovers again. Knowing daddy won’t tuck them in at night again. Knowing mommy won’t be cooking in the kitchen again. To know young kids, won’t have their brothers or sisters to count on ever again.
And yet, we don’t care. If we do, then why don’t we stop? We act like children, who just starts school. They’re scared to be accepted. We are scared now of everything. Of change, of difference, and of admitting wrong. At school, when you first walk into that classroom, the first day, you see difference. Each of the those kids are different from each other, but somehow you made friends with those kids.
Now as we get older, we should learn to be more open. Learn to be less self-fish. But that is not true, even though it should be, as we get older we get more terrified. What will these changes do to me? To my family? Will it affect me any? We are unsure of what we are so worried about, but we are deeply worried. Is it of new places? We don’t care of the differences here, in the North American continent, but care if they are different countries, away from us. We care that they are different, even though they have nothing to do with us.
It is ok to be scared, but it is not ok to kill because we are scared. And, if you do not care for those dead, grieving, or heartbroken, then what about the life at all? The more we fight, the more they fight, the more they kill, the more they take from us. We take, they take, it is only fair in their eyes. In ours as well. The bombs go out, and we pay. We pay for the damage done, and it will take out of what we need. We need, food, clothes, homes, heat, and much more. The money that goes for the guns and the bombs, and the memorials, take away from what we need.
As people take the money we need, here, we die. People, are sick, and don’t have the Medicare. The government will no longer pay, because the war is in more need of our money. In more need to destroy someone else’s, life, home, love, and hope. We pay to do kill, we pay and lose to destroy.
This past year we have spent more money in our more than anything else! We increase our pricing every year 20billion dollars! In 2002 we spent 20billion dollars, then in 2003 we spent 40billion dollars total all year. Then just last year we spent 200billion dollars, in the war.
All that money is taking from more important things. I know this because my family is a part of this sick act. My family doesn’t have money, but we are not poor either. But we don’t have insurance, so I’m not allowed to go to a hospital or get the glasses I need. This now my point of view, for I may not know someone who is dying in the war today, but I know that it is hurting many others in more ways than one.
Death is not the only way to hurt us here in The United States. But could any of you, reading my message think about or imagine losing a son? Or a daughter? A brother or sister? Mom, dad, aunt, or uncle? Not because of the death in the war, but because they cannot pay for health care?
I get mad so much in school, I’m failing because I can’t see well. I’ve yelled at my mother, but for it is not her fault. She cannot stop the war, she cannot ask for pay insurance, but she supports me in this. In saying the war needs to end.
On top of health care, what about schools? What about their money? I know, that schools get money for each student that attends that school, but do they get much now with the war going? The amount never stops going up, the price starts at right now $966, 012, 300, 000 but in ten seconds it $966, 012, 318, 000 or maybe even more, the numbers just move to fast on the charts for me to watch.
We spend more money on guns to kill, then medicine to heal. We waste more money to cure those who are killing and sinning then those who are here of the innocent needing health. $709,456,920,000 Iraq, while in Afghanistan $256,559,830,000 has been spent, but again the numbers don’t stop raising. I’m sick of this country, and how it is the most cruel place I’ve heard.
We act like animals! Kill because we’re afraid! Nothing but animals! I find it sickening! We grow up watching this kiddy shows of how to get along, how to share, how to be friends with all no matter race, or color or what believe in. So now that we are older, we stop?
Now that we have power we over ride it? What kind of creatures are we?! Horrid, and disgusting human beings! We are the most dangerous, most awful on this planet. We have enslaved those people of another race. Kill people who have a different government. And thrown people in prison for coming here, wanting what we are trying to demand everyone to be like!
Those of another country do not belong with us we say. They don’t have the right to live among us, but yet we go off to other countries to change them so they are like us? How hypocritical?! How unjustly are we? Very. We are very.
Now, my answer to all this, is I hope to dear Lord of Jesus Christ that the war ends soon. I will, if the war has not come to its end I will fight! I try my hardest to get the word out of how this is not of a debate! This is a crime! An unrighteous act of sin! I will try my hardest, that if the war is not done when I’m in and out of college I will fight! I’ll fight now and until it comes to end.
I hope we do not raise more children, of my own age younger, or even older that violence is always the answer. Because we think something is un-right, doesn’t mean we have the right to kill for it. That send a message its own way, we kill and it’s ok, but then why do we lock away killers? Murders? It’s against the law to do so, to kill and act of out murder, but yet we commit that crime each and every day on that battle field! On that crime field!
On day we’ll look back on today, and hope that god forgives us this sin. Those who do not believe in God, does your god say we should? Do you want us to kill you because you don’t believe in my Lord? But it’s not the gods that matter is it?
Many of those in America don’t believe in Jesus Christ, but yet they live here today still. Not at threaded to be kicked out this country, in fact in 2008 a graph shows that 77% of America is of Christianity, 12% believes in to religion at all, while the rest is of other religion. Why don’t kick out those who don’t believe in God? The Pledge of Allegiance says “One nation under God” or the song “God Bless America” or even the song “Star Spangled Banner” it says “And this be our motto, In God is our trust””
For it is not religion we’re after, no, that is incorrect. For it is not justice we want, for that is a fail. For it is not peace we want, that would be wrong. For what is it we are after?
Is not for religion, for we say here in the United States of America you are free to believe in any God you wish and desire. So can we hurt those in another country because they believe in Allah? But what if a citizen of the United States beloved in Allah? Would We mind? Would we care? No, we are the land of the free and we may do as we wish. So why kill those for a different religion?
If it is not of religion, is it of they have killed us, so we kill back? Is it all for justice? 37 states say that we should have a death penalty, and they have that harsh punishment. But if they kill, and we kill them we just as guilty, and just wrong. So I know it is not for justice we fight.
If it is not for justice, then could it be for love? We fight to protect our county from them? So that our loved ones are safe at night? Is that why we fight? It may be, but can’t we try for peace? That’s I will fight for, I will fight for peace when I’m out of college, and tell the world that this is wrong and horrid. I will share it in my writing, I will one day publish a book, but until I’ll find all the ways I can with my words, with my voice and with my hope to make peace here. That is what I will do to help the world after college, and even before if I can.
War is our happy pain, we may not like this pain the war brings, but we do nothing to stop it. War is our happy pain, because we are ok with the pain we fight, the loses we have to make. And the tears we shed. War is our happy pain, because we don’t try to make the pain end.
We love, we fight, and we die. Isn’t life worth more? As the days go by, we take more than we should give. We kill, who are we to say we can take another’s life? Are our hearts really so atrocious? Our head, brains, and corrupted thoughts take over our hearts. Are we god? No, we us humans, know nothing about life and death. Who are we to say, we can decide who lives and who doesn’t? We can’t, and it’s hard after acting out so much of the same sin. Murder. We are murders. War, is a fight that does much unnecessary destruction to our home.
We have a reason to fight we say! We are protecting our families from harm! And we are going to die with great honor for our nation! Our land! Our country! We lie so much without reason of it. I would rather be in pain, then know I will never see a important person to my life. My heart cries, my head aches, and my soul feels unclean. I may not be a murder that does the kill personally. No, I’m much worse. I know many are dying, grieving, crying, and wishing but I’m doing nothing. I try my hardest to forget everyone’s pain.
This war does far more damage than good! What do we get out of this bloodshed nightmare? Dead loved ones, higher gas prices, and more suffer to all? We get our point to the world, that we are truly heartlessly careless! We do not think of others, we think we do, but think wrong. To fight your best friend, do you wish them dead with they disagree with you? Or your lover, when your head screams out, “Hate,” do you wish them dead as well? Or how about a stranger, on the sidewalk, he hits you when walking, do wish him dead as well? Do our hearts really want it? What makes it different if a person lives somewhere else then our country?
Our country started with what we must hate. People from afar came to this land, while many were already here. We were once, what we fight. So must we judge?
Their beliefs are wrong because they aren’t here? They’re needs are wrong because they aren’t us? But we won’t let peace or friendship in hand. They are not welcome to this land, or to be one of us. And why is that? Do enjoy this secretly? Do we know many are dying, and don’t care? Do we fancy the death of many? Why not, for sake of delight, kill those who disagree with us?
We are always saying we only want to be happy. A person would say to a lover, “I’ll do anything to make you happy. ” A person would say to his best friend, after something is lost, “You deserve to be happy.” Then we say to ourselves, “I only want to be happy. Don’t I deserve that much?” Who are we to say we to say such a thing? To lie to loved one, our friends, and ourselves? We say we need happiness, that we want it, and that we deserve it. Do we truly have the right to such an honor?
We hurt many people, we kill so many with the way we are. This war that goes on shows what we are, monsters, murders, and killers. We want to be happy, taking families apart? We lose loves, mothers, fathers, brother, and sisters. So may who will come home to never see their little sons and daughters.
War is our happy pain. We prove it each day we fight. With each person that is dead, and gone, we are so much closer to leaving our own. If you enjoy the death, what about everything else? What about the people we love? The people who do care, are dying inside. Some care, and love deeper than their own life itself. They lose they’re light, they are different after they lose nearly their own life.
I remember losing someone who was, and still is the most important person to me. I look after them, but if I were to find out them dead. I wouldn’t know what to do. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I only know half of the pain of many. I wrote a story, only months after I was left, getting my feels out. All the sadness, heart ache, and anger I had went out on that paper. In it was a letter.
Hand to hand, heart to heart. I wished it would have always been so. But not anymore. Not after what had happen. I and many others miss you. But you are gone, I can’t see you anymore. You see me, you see angels, and you never again will see pain. I would give anything now to see you. To beg on my knees for you to forgive me. Even though I know you would. I know you forgive me, your heart was always to kind.
So I pray. I was never a prayer , or a believer. Not until you left me behind, I believed then. I knew there to be a place for those like you. A special place you had to be. What you deserved was somewhere to go, where you got a break. The thing I cry about is that even when I go, I won’t see you. I don’t deserve you. I never did. I always loved you. I know I will always love you. Even now, when I know I can’t be with you.
I am here to beg, to beg you to show I’m a little worth your life. You gave your life, so I could live. To protect me. But now I’m lifeless. I thank you, but beg you, even though I don’t deserve you, because I didn’t stop you from leaving to this war. Let me be with you when I go. I love you.
I crave your green eyes again. I want to see that again. The nights I felt alone, I’d look at your loving eyes, and I knew you were there for me. There to protect me, to love me, to show me I wasn’t truly alone like I am now. Even though, those nights, you were with me, you and me both knew you had somewhere better to be, but neither of us had the heart to say so. I was grateful for the love you had for me, hating it that you, loved me, and hating I loved you. I never felt good enough, and now I feel worse. To know you’re never going to wake again, because you died for me.
I want you back. I want to keep you safe, like you made me feel safe. I want your strong arms around me once more, and forever.
I want to say I love you to eyes, not your grave. I lay on your grave, crying so hard. Tears on my letter, tears on my chest, tears on your grave.
I know I was never wroth the second glace if I was ever worth the first. But you gave me, not only looks. But you gave me love, hope, life, and reason.
What do I live for now? I want to go back, and kill each of the them. I don’t know who killed you, but I hope to the deepest, cruelest, most painful, death possible to kill such a person like you. I know these thoughts are not things you would want me to think, you saw the best in those who shouldn’t have had such a look. Why you went, I never understood, it just wasn’t you.
I still have your ring. The ring that said you loved me, I can’t take it off. I love you too much, and I miss you every day, and every night.
Show me somehow you’re happy. That you are in no pain. So that I know, that it was edging worth it.
I love you. I didn’t say it enough when you were here, so I say it over and over and again. I won’t stop, loving you. So please love. Please my love, I know I took too much, but when I die let me be with you.
This is someone who lost someone important. I had needed to get all my sadness out, and weak feelings in my story, this how it came. I thought about how I would really feel if someone I had loved died. It’s a feeling I couldn’t imagine, nor did I want to try anymore.
Someone loved is dead, and is gone. Those of the family, of the dead, the no long living, blame themselves. Feel if maybe they had tried harder to make the “soldiers” stay home, and be safe, they wouldn’t be dead or even hurt as they may be. Doctors can only do so much even with many talents, many “soldiers” lose limbs. And we think, and say out loud, ‘How lucky you are.’ Luck not to be dead! Those who lost loved one, they get to feel the blame and suffer, and what good comes of it? Some wish to die and join their missed ones and do, some move on, and some never move on until they die. Why risk losing something so valuable for nothing? A human life for nothing? We are so worthless, and horrid?
God, did he put us here to die?! Did the Lord, almighty god, make us so we could die?! Are we on this Earth to hate?! No!
This may not be something that truly happen, my letter, but does it not edge your heart? Those people who have to watch, their lovers, friends, son, daughters, sisters, brothers, grandchildren get buried. To know they will never come home to their lovers again. Knowing daddy won’t tuck them in at night again. Knowing mommy won’t be cooking in the kitchen again. To know young kids, won’t have their brothers or sisters to count on ever again.
And yet, we don’t care. If we do, then why don’t we stop? We act like children, who just starts school. They’re scared to be accepted. We are scared now of everything. Of change, of difference, and of admitting wrong. At school, when you first walk into that classroom, the first day, you see difference. Each of the those kids are different from each other, but somehow you made friends with those kids.
Now as we get older, we should learn to be more open. Learn to be less self-fish. But that is not true, even though it should be, as we get older we get more terrified. What will these changes do to me? To my family? Will it affect me any? We are unsure of what we are so worried about, but we are deeply worried. Is it of new places? We don’t care of the differences here, in the North American continent, but care if they are different countries, away from us. We care that they are different, even though they have nothing to do with us.
It is ok to be scared, but it is not ok to kill because we are scared. And, if you do not care for those dead, grieving, or heartbroken, then what about the life at all? The more we fight, the more they fight, the more they kill, the more they take from us. We take, they take, it is only fair in their eyes. In ours as well. The bombs go out, and we pay. We pay for the damage done, and it will take out of what we need. We need, food, clothes, homes, heat, and much more. The money that goes for the guns and the bombs, and the memorials, take away from what we need.
As people take the money we need, here, we die. People, are sick, and don’t have the Medicare. The government will no longer pay, because the war is in more need of our money. In more need to destroy someone else’s, life, home, love, and hope. We pay to do kill, we pay and lose to destroy.
This past year we have spent more money in our more than anything else! We increase our pricing every year 20billion dollars! In 2002 we spent 20billion dollars, then in 2003 we spent 40billion dollars total all year. Then just last year we spent 200billion dollars, in the war.
All that money is taking from more important things. I know this because my family is a part of this sick act. My family doesn’t have money, but we are not poor either. But we don’t have insurance, so I’m not allowed to go to a hospital or get the glasses I need. This now my point of view, for I may not know someone who is dying in the war today, but I know that it is hurting many others in more ways than one.
Death is not the only way to hurt us here in The United States. But could any of you, reading my message think about or imagine losing a son? Or a daughter? A brother or sister? Mom, dad, aunt, or uncle? Not because of the death in the war, but because they cannot pay for health care?
I get mad so much in school, I’m failing because I can’t see well. I’ve yelled at my mother, but for it is not her fault. She cannot stop the war, she cannot ask for pay insurance, but she supports me in this. In saying the war needs to end.
On top of health care, what about schools? What about their money? I know, that schools get money for each student that attends that school, but do they get much now with the war going? The amount never stops going up, the price starts at right now $966, 012, 300, 000 but in ten seconds it $966, 012, 318, 000 or maybe even more, the numbers just move to fast on the charts for me to watch.
We spend more money on guns to kill, then medicine to heal. We waste more money to cure those who are killing and sinning then those who are here of the innocent needing health. $709,456,920,000 Iraq, while in Afghanistan $256,559,830,000 has been spent, but again the numbers don’t stop raising. I’m sick of this country, and how it is the most cruel place I’ve heard.
We act like animals! Kill because we’re afraid! Nothing but animals! I find it sickening! We grow up watching this kiddy shows of how to get along, how to share, how to be friends with all no matter race, or color or what believe in. So now that we are older, we stop?
Now that we have power we over ride it? What kind of creatures are we?! Horrid, and disgusting human beings! We are the most dangerous, most awful on this planet. We have enslaved those people of another race. Kill people who have a different government. And thrown people in prison for coming here, wanting what we are trying to demand everyone to be like!
Those of another country do not belong with us we say. They don’t have the right to live among us, but yet we go off to other countries to change them so they are like us? How hypocritical?! How unjustly are we? Very. We are very.
Now, my answer to all this, is I hope to dear Lord of Jesus Christ that the war ends soon. I will, if the war has not come to its end I will fight! I try my hardest to get the word out of how this is not of a debate! This is a crime! An unrighteous act of sin! I will try my hardest, that if the war is not done when I’m in and out of college I will fight! I’ll fight now and until it comes to end.
I hope we do not raise more children, of my own age younger, or even older that violence is always the answer. Because we think something is un-right, doesn’t mean we have the right to kill for it. That send a message its own way, we kill and it’s ok, but then why do we lock away killers? Murders? It’s against the law to do so, to kill and act of out murder, but yet we commit that crime each and every day on that battle field! On that crime field!
On day we’ll look back on today, and hope that god forgives us this sin. Those who do not believe in God, does your god say we should? Do you want us to kill you because you don’t believe in my Lord? But it’s not the gods that matter is it?
Many of those in America don’t believe in Jesus Christ, but yet they live here today still. Not at threaded to be kicked out this country, in fact in 2008 a graph shows that 77% of America is of Christianity, 12% believes in to religion at all, while the rest is of other religion. Why don’t kick out those who don’t believe in God? The Pledge of Allegiance says “One nation under God” or the song “God Bless America” or even the song “Star Spangled Banner” it says “And this be our motto, In God is our trust””
For it is not religion we’re after, no, that is incorrect. For it is not justice we want, for that is a fail. For it is not peace we want, that would be wrong. For what is it we are after?
Is not for religion, for we say here in the United States of America you are free to believe in any God you wish and desire. So can we hurt those in another country because they believe in Allah? But what if a citizen of the United States beloved in Allah? Would We mind? Would we care? No, we are the land of the free and we may do as we wish. So why kill those for a different religion?
If it is not of religion, is it of they have killed us, so we kill back? Is it all for justice? 37 states say that we should have a death penalty, and they have that harsh punishment. But if they kill, and we kill them we just as guilty, and just wrong. So I know it is not for justice we fight.
If it is not for justice, then could it be for love? We fight to protect our county from them? So that our loved ones are safe at night? Is that why we fight? It may be, but can’t we try for peace? That’s I will fight for, I will fight for peace when I’m out of college, and tell the world that this is wrong and horrid. I will share it in my writing, I will one day publish a book, but until I’ll find all the ways I can with my words, with my voice and with my hope to make peace here. That is what I will do to help the world after college, and even before if I can.
War is our happy pain, we may not like this pain the war brings, but we do nothing to stop it. War is our happy pain, because we are ok with the pain we fight, the loses we have to make. And the tears we shed. War is our happy pain, because we don’t try to make the pain end.