[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Random.TrueWar

Weariness and unavoidable exhaustion of the body and, eventually, the soul is something that no soldier can avoid. There is a bleak, unending tragedy to war, intertwined with not only the stark, solid truth of death, but intricately locked in the webs of its chilling thoughts and desires that breaks someone in the end. No soldier, no man, no creature and, if you bothered to ask one, not even a god could endure that unending finality against the contrast of nothing mixed with the all consuming everything that has become your life.
So, when you think of this you picture everything they've shown you. Men, women, children all either helplessly slaughtered, dying or suffering. You recall those facts and figures of someones loved one having died. Things like: 20 soldiers were wounded, another 4 dead. These things you can't believe because these horrors are so unreal to you. I hate to tell you this, but your war is not a real war.
Your war is only what you see, what you hear. Real war is what you are forced to both live, and feel.
Sickness, cold, heat, death, life, wounds, scars, truths, lies, dreams, lonliness and, that unavoidable finale to it all, relief. To watch someone die is easy. To gaze out and only glimpse moments of your comrades, your commanders, your enemies and even to feel yourself in the grip of lifeless wonder is hard. It's enough to break a mans faith in a single, fleeting moment. enough to black out that quiet resolve you try to steel yourself with before you enter the battlefield. But at the same time this hopelessness and tearing down of your life and dreams is only the beginning of war.
The first few instants in what could be the end of your life.


© Tyr Hawkaluk (2004-Present)