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Monday, December 8, 2008

17 years of war
Wars are continious battles till the death. Either one side dies enough to surrender or a stalemate is met and the quanity of troops is all that remains. Who can process more steel, more infintry more tanks. More materials and muster a larger army. Is life no different, but the troops are your friends the steel is your pens and pencils you use to express your self and your tanks are your actions that devistate the emeny on all levels. 17 Years of war. Since day one, since the first second, It was war. There was light, the flicker of a gun muzzle of life. Every day is a struggle and we group together to hold together and keep from falling apart. The ones who can not group endur the pain and heating of the armor of there body ten fold of that with friends. The armor will grow weak and melt. That is why we are social, we will share the pain that heats our armor to melting point. 17 years of war, everyone just as bitter as the first, but there is no surrender there is never a surrender there is never a defeat and there is little to no push and show of a victory. Defeat is death and so is victory. It is not a lose lose situation. It is....It is... It is... the actions before the fall the end. The drop to the mudd in blood. Your boots soggy your trench coat heavy your helmet scared and dented. The steel scractches in the pain. Your armor torn beaten and worn to the point of disinigration. It is your actions that lead up to the fall in the mudd in blood where you wont get up again. Where you cant get up again and a tear runs down your face in anger. It isnt time the war has only begun you say. Your heart begins to slow your breathing more relaxed. The chaos fades. The rain begins to set in, hidding the tears of your loved ones. They cry for you fallen in battle. Your breathing stops. Peace sets in. A white flag is not raised, but the true colors you weild. You shall be forever remembered from your actions before the fall. You shall be a hero to those around you, a tool of inspiration and hope. A war hero of the common man! that is what makes life a war. To set the right actions to be looked upon in such away. That is when you know that you fall if you have won or loss. That is the war. 17 years of it and going....till the end.
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