So, recently I was reminded of my ability, and love( shhhh that part is TOP SECRET) of writing so lemme drop another one:
Imagine
I want you to think. I want you to imagine. Imagine that you have been laying down for 6 days with no more than 20 hrs of sleep and only eaten 2 MREs. I want you to image expirencing absolute hell for damn near a week to stare into the face of death. Not death that you read about, not death you hear about, rather death that you yourself have caused. Imagine watching a life force end in absolute panic, fear, and pain, all in less than a blink of an eye. Imagine seeing grown men stripped of all humanity, stripped of all emotion and in return given fear, not childhood "scared of the dark fear" a fear that can only come when you are standing with in death's arm length...to see grown mean panic in a fit of sheer terror, terror that literally causes them to cry, scream, even piss themselves. Imagine this fear that you have brought upon another.
Imagine seeing a man; a family man. A man with his family, a family he created. Imagine taking this man from his family infornt of them. Not with cuffs, not by force, but rather by liberating his body of it's life. Liberating it in a manner that can cause emotional disorders for a life time. Literally ruining an entire family with a single action.
Imagine seeing a man, a man that you respect, that you care for, that you have taken in as family. Imagine this man being stripped of not only his life but literally his entire body; imagine seeing only water, WATER! where a man once stood. Imagine his death coming from a child no older than eight.
Imagine you meet a man. A man who's whole life has been chaos. a life that has little to no positive human contact. Imagine this man sees you and through you finds himself; finds a place never before known to him...acceptance. Imagine this man shares a secret with you that only a handful of people in the world know; he has just recieved word of a son...his chance to undo in another that which nearly destroyed him. Imagine seeing exhileration, exhileration on a level that only a lifetime of disappointment can bring. Imagine being there when this man shares another secret with you, a secret that was shared with even fewer, that this child of his, this son that he hasen't even seen yet, this imense joy in his life, his chance at salvation, is dead, dead at a month old. See his pain, feel his pain, suffer truly suffer his pain. Imagine being there two weeks later when this man, now an empty shell of a life once had, is killed right before your eyes. Imagine stepping into the fires of hell, and coming out with his blood on your skin, and his body, in your arms.
Imagine heat, an immense heat. Not your run of the mill sun at high noon in the summer heat. Imagine fire, intense fire. not firefighter in training fire, rather fire like the souls eternaly damned in hell fire. Imagine being in this fire drudging on in the heat. Imagine standing there one instant, literally blinking your eyes and bing blown across the road. Imagine laying in a ditch covered in blood, sweat, and rubble. Imagine literally steping through the gates of hell for what seems like year; where the difference between life and death is merely inches. Imagine surviving this to reincounter it again just simply trying to get home. Imagine being yet again consumed by the fires of hell and the plights of a warrior. Imagine a rocket impacting a wall that you are leaned up against. Imagine turning around and seeing a man with you in his sights, feel that fear, know that fear, end that fear by ending that threat in a most horrific of ways; fourty-two holes in this threat; fourty-two holes that you put there. Imagine his twelve year old son, in a passion of rage pick up his father's weapon with the intent on avenging him. Imagine seeing these actions and almost being brought to tears by the sheer valor in his actions; and ending his life in a manner not fit for any child to perish.
Now imagine surviving, surviving all this pain, anguish, and personal termoil. Imagine suffering far worse than the dead previously around you. Surviving only to return not to a post that understands you, and assists you in your re-admitance to society, rather returning to a place where noone knows of your struggles, noone understands, noone sees or has ever seen what you've seen. Imagine returning to a society that hates you, fears you, banishes you worse than that war you just survived. Imagine knowing this was to happen and still chosing to suffer it; not to further condemn yourself, rather to share what little of a life you have with another, someone you trust, you admire, you see yourself possibly loving. Imagine suffering all of this, only to suffer her not being there when you return. Imagine this, feel this, understand this....
because I don't have to...I've just done it...
Imagine
I want you to think. I want you to imagine. Imagine that you have been laying down for 6 days with no more than 20 hrs of sleep and only eaten 2 MREs. I want you to image expirencing absolute hell for damn near a week to stare into the face of death. Not death that you read about, not death you hear about, rather death that you yourself have caused. Imagine watching a life force end in absolute panic, fear, and pain, all in less than a blink of an eye. Imagine seeing grown men stripped of all humanity, stripped of all emotion and in return given fear, not childhood "scared of the dark fear" a fear that can only come when you are standing with in death's arm length...to see grown mean panic in a fit of sheer terror, terror that literally causes them to cry, scream, even piss themselves. Imagine this fear that you have brought upon another.
Imagine seeing a man; a family man. A man with his family, a family he created. Imagine taking this man from his family infornt of them. Not with cuffs, not by force, but rather by liberating his body of it's life. Liberating it in a manner that can cause emotional disorders for a life time. Literally ruining an entire family with a single action.
Imagine seeing a man, a man that you respect, that you care for, that you have taken in as family. Imagine this man being stripped of not only his life but literally his entire body; imagine seeing only water, WATER! where a man once stood. Imagine his death coming from a child no older than eight.
Imagine you meet a man. A man who's whole life has been chaos. a life that has little to no positive human contact. Imagine this man sees you and through you finds himself; finds a place never before known to him...acceptance. Imagine this man shares a secret with you that only a handful of people in the world know; he has just recieved word of a son...his chance to undo in another that which nearly destroyed him. Imagine seeing exhileration, exhileration on a level that only a lifetime of disappointment can bring. Imagine being there when this man shares another secret with you, a secret that was shared with even fewer, that this child of his, this son that he hasen't even seen yet, this imense joy in his life, his chance at salvation, is dead, dead at a month old. See his pain, feel his pain, suffer truly suffer his pain. Imagine being there two weeks later when this man, now an empty shell of a life once had, is killed right before your eyes. Imagine stepping into the fires of hell, and coming out with his blood on your skin, and his body, in your arms.
Imagine heat, an immense heat. Not your run of the mill sun at high noon in the summer heat. Imagine fire, intense fire. not firefighter in training fire, rather fire like the souls eternaly damned in hell fire. Imagine being in this fire drudging on in the heat. Imagine standing there one instant, literally blinking your eyes and bing blown across the road. Imagine laying in a ditch covered in blood, sweat, and rubble. Imagine literally steping through the gates of hell for what seems like year; where the difference between life and death is merely inches. Imagine surviving this to reincounter it again just simply trying to get home. Imagine being yet again consumed by the fires of hell and the plights of a warrior. Imagine a rocket impacting a wall that you are leaned up against. Imagine turning around and seeing a man with you in his sights, feel that fear, know that fear, end that fear by ending that threat in a most horrific of ways; fourty-two holes in this threat; fourty-two holes that you put there. Imagine his twelve year old son, in a passion of rage pick up his father's weapon with the intent on avenging him. Imagine seeing these actions and almost being brought to tears by the sheer valor in his actions; and ending his life in a manner not fit for any child to perish.
Now imagine surviving, surviving all this pain, anguish, and personal termoil. Imagine suffering far worse than the dead previously around you. Surviving only to return not to a post that understands you, and assists you in your re-admitance to society, rather returning to a place where noone knows of your struggles, noone understands, noone sees or has ever seen what you've seen. Imagine returning to a society that hates you, fears you, banishes you worse than that war you just survived. Imagine knowing this was to happen and still chosing to suffer it; not to further condemn yourself, rather to share what little of a life you have with another, someone you trust, you admire, you see yourself possibly loving. Imagine suffering all of this, only to suffer her not being there when you return. Imagine this, feel this, understand this....
because I don't have to...I've just done it...
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