⚓~I rode Upon Någåtøs crest during the Sunset, the wind brushed me with its cool rejuvenating touch, the flag that waved and danced was the symbol of our hearts, many say that we are brainwashed to serve that flag, but none truly know the giant boots that crush the enemy as we the Japanese people do, war is destructive, but it is also an art, the bullets that zip passed, the courageous blood spilt by the enemy, it is all very real, most would say God is with our military, then you wonder, if god is with us, who is with our enemy if they are the ones winning? Our enemy is the same as us, filled with a hate for the enemy, sometimes wondering if we too are brainless killing machines, but what was it like to cross the battlefield and see our enemies? I know that they too breath, they too cry over the spilt blood of comrades, they too have a Mother, a Father, a Friend back home who worries about them, so as I stand upon the crest of the Golden vessel Nagato knowing she is the great gates in which no enemy vessel would pass, I know that we humans dont war because we want to, but because we have to, we are fed nonsense by the men in charge, without true understandings to why we do it we die and become one with the earth like many others who fell before us, but to those who know why they fight it, to why they bleed, to why they hurt, to why die, it doesnt make you any more elite than the men whose lives you took, because in the end, we are still just a human.~⚓
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 12:16:35 +0000
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