Day 69 Ruminating And Writing

Battle

The dead lay at his feet, covering the entire field. Luck had only spared him. This was not what they told you when they wanted you to draft. This was not what they said was the cost of a war. They spoke about plains, tanks, guns, lost land, bombs, food supplies, lines, and all that, but they said nothing about the twisted faces of the youth muddied by the soil they had fallen on.

War was never a solution; it was a last call and always pointless. They liked to sell it as just someth...