This is War
Huh... it was originally supposed to be a fanfic type of drabble, and instead it turned into something from my book... but whatever, me likes lots....
Everyone just wanted it to be over. We all just wanted this war to end. We wanted to be normal. We wanted to be free. Our wish was for everyone we knew and cared for to make it through to the end. Standing here now, looking around at who and what remains, we are lost. We never thought to think of what to do once it was over. But looking over at the fields where we just moments before, fought not only for our own lives and those we care for, but for the rest of humanity, we see that so much, too much, spans before us.
The war is over and yet no one cheers. Not at first. And when the voices do ring out, its not over the victory, its the giddy relief we feel as we see our comrades. Yes, many had died, but so many had survived. That was more than enough to be thankful.
We don't think of how we just fought with everything we were made of. Nor do we think of the possibilities before us. We live and celebrate the moment because it is a miracle we are given.
Slowly it sinks in. The war is over. Looking over the ledge, on the horizon the sun rises. We find each other naturally, instinctively. We embrace and revel in the fact that we are both still here. They gather around us, cheering and celebrating. We watch the sun rise, knowing whatever may come, we can face it together. Always together. We face the dawn, and the new era that it brings.
The war is over. We are safe. We are alive. Finally, we are free.
Everyone just wanted it to be over. We all just wanted this war to end. We wanted to be normal. We wanted to be free. Our wish was for everyone we knew and cared for to make it through to the end. Standing here now, looking around at who and what remains, we are lost. We never thought to think of what to do once it was over. But looking over at the fields where we just moments before, fought not only for our own lives and those we care for, but for the rest of humanity, we see that so much, too much, spans before us.
The war is over and yet no one cheers. Not at first. And when the voices do ring out, its not over the victory, its the giddy relief we feel as we see our comrades. Yes, many had died, but so many had survived. That was more than enough to be thankful.
We don't think of how we just fought with everything we were made of. Nor do we think of the possibilities before us. We live and celebrate the moment because it is a miracle we are given.
Slowly it sinks in. The war is over. Looking over the ledge, on the horizon the sun rises. We find each other naturally, instinctively. We embrace and revel in the fact that we are both still here. They gather around us, cheering and celebrating. We watch the sun rise, knowing whatever may come, we can face it together. Always together. We face the dawn, and the new era that it brings.
The war is over. We are safe. We are alive. Finally, we are free.