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So we went to the mall today and had a blast...though I just get more depressed as it gets nearer for Johnny to leave. Everything will be okay though and school will be a lot of fun, I hope. We have this joke that Johnny is my man whore, lmao and I gave him fake money. The bad thing is that kiara is my wife so he better watch out before kiara jumps his ass, she's a jealous one I tell you! "I will...protect...my wife." ~kenshin, aw so cool! We watched Deush Bigalow and wow that movie is crazy, so funny yet so horrible at the same time. All those man whores, I swear!
Oh yea Minh called me today and I am his new best friend so take that Hatashi!! Nah we were just joking around but I am getting some of his music from him to let this "rap" slide over me a bit. Hey I do like beats and you know I be rappin' lmao, so maybe I'll like some of it. Let's stay open minded shall we?
I must watch Short Circuit and sing the "Who's Johnny" song with Johnny. Oh yeah I got that movie for him, sort of a going away preasent. Aww he is a very good writer and he writes a lot of things about soldiers, so I am going to put some of his work on here.
The Death of a Soldier:
Columns and rows cover the ground. Equally spaced, repetitive shadows from the falling sun, the same flag covering each and every one. Underneath each patriotic symbol is a casket, within each casket a lifeless corpse of a man lost to a battle. No story told; they all lay in uniformity, each man dead but no reason why. Casualties of hate, lives lost to suffering, souls gone from the earth because the leader said, “march”. Each death was different, but all for the same cause so all displayed the same. Some given metals for their heroic last breathe, but they cannot rise to accept them. Their deaths counted together, the figure of losses. Some glorified on the news, some mourned on the news, but only their families remember after time. The rest just digits, digits that show no compassion, digits that show no remembrance, just a number for the record. Gone from the world forever and remembered as one of many, all faceless.
Is war worth the loss?
Graveless Soldiers:
The sun cast a ray of light down from the sky, illuminating the hillside. The golden rays rained down upon the earth and shimmered off the flooded hill in a crimson sparkle. A soft breeze flowed through the swaying grass, flowing as if blood flowing freely from a mortal wound. With the breeze comes the strong sent of death, defeat, and victory. The battlefield before me lays burdened with the weight of the defeated, and the victors long gone. Such a sad sight to see so many lost, but to see the scares left of war that so few see, to look upon the slain warriors who fought bravely but lost to the stronger force, I have no regrets coming here. All who look upon the returning troops and cheer their victory have not seen this, the civilians who cursed those who now lay death have not seen this, the very man who commanded this slaughter may not have even seen this sight. Victory of such magnitude is worthy of praise, but yet how many understood why the slaughter had taken place to begin with? How many will speak ill of the dead and spit on their unmarked graves with slander of cowardice and savagery? Who will remember the losses that have taken place here, and remember the suffering and pain of this war? And who will forget about the men lost; forget why the war was fought and what was gained? I won’t, I’ll never forget. The grass glazed over with the spilt blood of the defeated, the horrid faces of pain left on the men who lie here, the stench of lifeless flesh bathed in the sun for days; no, I’ll never forget. How could anyone ever forget?
Soldier's Farewell:
The land slowly fades away, as a vast void of water grows between it and I. The boat's motor hums with a metallic sound, the sea breaks and crashes around the boat as it pushes on. The water, so free and clear, flows around the obstacles appearing before it, washing away as opposition comes forth. If only I could share the luxury that the sea holds and avoid my opposition all together, but I do not have that luxury for I am bounded to my services to my homeland.
The sun slowly sets below the horizon spraying deep red and orange colors into the sky, sinking lower and lower till it is all but gone. With it departs also my home and family who remain while I venture off. Darkness floods over the boat, casting off all but a few meager lights that continue to burn. No stars can be seen in the sky for an overcast covers them from sight. An unexplained emptiness burrows within my soul. My family at home, gone from me because of my service, lost until I return home. My departure also holds with it grave fear and sorrow. I may never return, this could be the last time a lay my eyes upon my home, I could die.
This journey, although cast in grave darkness of the unknown, is one I must venture. So I bid farewell, to heart and home, as I also beg for mercy. Beg for mercy from my hate-filled foes, and also beg that my life need not be sacrificed to my homeland in this bloody skirmish as so many already have, and that I may return home one day with the rising of the sun.
~All three written by Jonathan Mitchell
Wow so great, I love it! OoOoh and the last part "the rising of the sun"..how Japanese haha! Anyway do you guy's like? Well if you don't...please just don't say anything because these aren't open for criticizing. These are someone else's work so just read them I don't want to hear it if you think it's bad or needs work, or whatever. Have your opinions but keep them in your head. Anyway hehe, I better be off it is really late/early and I must get some sleep! Peace! Much love!
Oh yea Minh called me today and I am his new best friend so take that Hatashi!! Nah we were just joking around but I am getting some of his music from him to let this "rap" slide over me a bit. Hey I do like beats and you know I be rappin' lmao, so maybe I'll like some of it. Let's stay open minded shall we?
I must watch Short Circuit and sing the "Who's Johnny" song with Johnny. Oh yeah I got that movie for him, sort of a going away preasent. Aww he is a very good writer and he writes a lot of things about soldiers, so I am going to put some of his work on here.
The Death of a Soldier:
Columns and rows cover the ground. Equally spaced, repetitive shadows from the falling sun, the same flag covering each and every one. Underneath each patriotic symbol is a casket, within each casket a lifeless corpse of a man lost to a battle. No story told; they all lay in uniformity, each man dead but no reason why. Casualties of hate, lives lost to suffering, souls gone from the earth because the leader said, “march”. Each death was different, but all for the same cause so all displayed the same. Some given metals for their heroic last breathe, but they cannot rise to accept them. Their deaths counted together, the figure of losses. Some glorified on the news, some mourned on the news, but only their families remember after time. The rest just digits, digits that show no compassion, digits that show no remembrance, just a number for the record. Gone from the world forever and remembered as one of many, all faceless.
Is war worth the loss?
Graveless Soldiers:
The sun cast a ray of light down from the sky, illuminating the hillside. The golden rays rained down upon the earth and shimmered off the flooded hill in a crimson sparkle. A soft breeze flowed through the swaying grass, flowing as if blood flowing freely from a mortal wound. With the breeze comes the strong sent of death, defeat, and victory. The battlefield before me lays burdened with the weight of the defeated, and the victors long gone. Such a sad sight to see so many lost, but to see the scares left of war that so few see, to look upon the slain warriors who fought bravely but lost to the stronger force, I have no regrets coming here. All who look upon the returning troops and cheer their victory have not seen this, the civilians who cursed those who now lay death have not seen this, the very man who commanded this slaughter may not have even seen this sight. Victory of such magnitude is worthy of praise, but yet how many understood why the slaughter had taken place to begin with? How many will speak ill of the dead and spit on their unmarked graves with slander of cowardice and savagery? Who will remember the losses that have taken place here, and remember the suffering and pain of this war? And who will forget about the men lost; forget why the war was fought and what was gained? I won’t, I’ll never forget. The grass glazed over with the spilt blood of the defeated, the horrid faces of pain left on the men who lie here, the stench of lifeless flesh bathed in the sun for days; no, I’ll never forget. How could anyone ever forget?
Soldier's Farewell:
The land slowly fades away, as a vast void of water grows between it and I. The boat's motor hums with a metallic sound, the sea breaks and crashes around the boat as it pushes on. The water, so free and clear, flows around the obstacles appearing before it, washing away as opposition comes forth. If only I could share the luxury that the sea holds and avoid my opposition all together, but I do not have that luxury for I am bounded to my services to my homeland.
The sun slowly sets below the horizon spraying deep red and orange colors into the sky, sinking lower and lower till it is all but gone. With it departs also my home and family who remain while I venture off. Darkness floods over the boat, casting off all but a few meager lights that continue to burn. No stars can be seen in the sky for an overcast covers them from sight. An unexplained emptiness burrows within my soul. My family at home, gone from me because of my service, lost until I return home. My departure also holds with it grave fear and sorrow. I may never return, this could be the last time a lay my eyes upon my home, I could die.
This journey, although cast in grave darkness of the unknown, is one I must venture. So I bid farewell, to heart and home, as I also beg for mercy. Beg for mercy from my hate-filled foes, and also beg that my life need not be sacrificed to my homeland in this bloody skirmish as so many already have, and that I may return home one day with the rising of the sun.
~All three written by Jonathan Mitchell
Wow so great, I love it! OoOoh and the last part "the rising of the sun"..how Japanese haha! Anyway do you guy's like? Well if you don't...please just don't say anything because these aren't open for criticizing. These are someone else's work so just read them I don't want to hear it if you think it's bad or needs work, or whatever. Have your opinions but keep them in your head. Anyway hehe, I better be off it is really late/early and I must get some sleep! Peace! Much love!