Sparkly flashes, beautiful really. If they weren’t the explosive ends of dozens, hundreds of lives. Screams punctuated each death.
From this hillside vantage point he could only watch, merely play witness to this tragedy. He had done his part. He returned through miles of enemy lines and encampments with information vital to the immediate future of this cause.
Alas, the details, orders, strategy he obtained through incredibly vicious and violent means fell on the proverbial deaf ear. Screw proverbs, they were met with ignorance, foolhardy ignorance. And now, death.
He brought back secrets and codes and plans. But none were acted upon. It was as if his work, the sacrifice of half a dozen who did not make it back through the deadly gauntlet, was for nothing. The die for this deadly march was cast before he led a team into a viper’s nest.
He turned away from the battle. Wrong word; this was a slaughter. Many he knew and fought alongside would not return from this. The result of this catastrophe would be retreat, fleeing, defeat.
This war was never his. He fought it because of duty, honor. Now, he would fight for a new duty. He would fight to honor those lost to ignorance.
Tomorrow, he would declare a new war. Both sides would be deemed enemies. Both would pay with lives that need not die. Some, many of these soldiers will join him. This new war would be against the past, a past that holds today and freedom and the future in its wicked grasp.
He grabbed up his weapons and started down the hillside. This new war would start with a general’s death. He would die between his silk sheets before daybreak.
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CLT – CHS 01.18.16