Who is that! The reflection screamed.
As one reads history, above and beyond the sanitized versions, one will soon realise that nothing is at all clear or as straight forward as had once been supposed. All events are convoluted and full of twists not even hinted at in holier texts of high school.We have a duty to discover the truth for without it there is no value in knowledge.
There are no final results therefore everything is a prelude; an opening gambit to a very mysterious game. Good Luck
If why or how held no mystery for you; if you knew it all could you cope? If you had lucked in to a way to find out everything would you want to know? Think carefully because I do mean knowing everything.Once you knew it all, would you share?
During the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11the year of the 21st century I paused to remember them. A minute of my time to remember not war or heroes but those lives irretrievably lost in the perpetual mud of conflict. Lives cut short never to glow in their own individual way, never to change or highlight their world; lives stolen. . .lost forever. It is not so much to ask, it is the very least I can do. . .pause a moment and perhaps shed a tear as I think of them, whatever hue and stripe they may be.