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We stand here on fields of endless green, looking into skies of flawless blue. It is the most welcoming sight we have seen in years. Weighted by scar tissue and weapons still in tow, we proceed to this new place, untouched by the horrors of war and the stench of spilled blood. Even industry has done little to change this land. Our arrival in this new home we've searched so long for is bittersweet. It is all we ever dreamed of, even before the war began. That only makes it more apparent how precious this place is. None of us wants to dirty this place with our blood stained hands. From the time we chose to fight, we have carried the weight of war and death with us. None of us wishes to bring destruction to this place, but we fear that this is the only fate for those who fight. This is the burden carried by those who fight and do not die. Death and destruction will forever follow us, no matter what justice or truth we've chosen to fight for.
Comments: I just realized that I never posted a comment for this entry. As said in response to a response to this entry, this is the result of listening to the Noir soundtrack and watching the History Channel.
Comments: I just realized that I never posted a comment for this entry. As said in response to a response to this entry, this is the result of listening to the Noir soundtrack and watching the History Channel.