“Mum I wish the world was different don't you?”
“I wish the world was made of heroes and legends, a reality where I know I could do something and make a difference. Nothing I could do here would help anything, no amount of training, blogs or love would change anything.
They say you’re the most powerful when you’re fighting for something, to protect it, but what is there to fight for? Real strength comes from within, the yearning to save something but what do we have to save?
I wish our world was one where through guts, determination, bruises, beatings and strength I could change something, save something or someone.”
“Mum there’s this inevitable war coming that was forged through greed, hate and deception.
A horrible thing that destroys homes, countries and so, so many lives, yet why do I aspire to be someone who fuels it?
A soldier is a man with a gun, from a town like ours is taking lives for the sake of our country.
For many reasons this man fights
It’s for his land
It’s for his wife, his kids and his friends
It’s for family tradition
It’s to become a man
It’s for his religion
It’s for an adventure”
“Mum, as children I fantasized about being a soldier, we would shoot our friends with our hands and chickenfeed guns. Taking lives is a game”
“I think I will to I'll carry that gun through bullets and smoke while the cases drop and the blood spills. I'll wear my flag with pride the blood of innocence on my fingers will stain for my friends, my country and my love.
Why? The delusions of grandeur of a dreaming child? Because I wish in my life somewhere through my existence I could be a hero”
“Mum I wanna be a war hero!”
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