War
Just like a dream, we never knew how we got there. The place and time all so confusing and incoherent. We never realised it was a dream or maybe it never was. The drama repeats itself, the dialogue so fresh, real and eerie. The actors don't look like actors. We were all stuck in dreamland, we found ourselves standing in somewhere out of nowhere, so out of place yet we remained unsurprised. The silence was incongruous to the visual spectacle flashing right before our eyes. It was peacefully quiet yet our faces showed uneasiness, our bodies fidgety and our eyes betrayed our minds.
The dialogue continues. It's the type of dialogue where no sounds come off. It's the type of dialogue where by the content is so unsignificant but the mere movement of the lips with sheer intensity is so powerful. The dialogue continues.
We never knew who our real enemy was. Even up to this day. Were they aliens? Terrorists? Our minds playing tricks with us? Ourselves?
We never understood the intent of this war. Most people do not even understand the meaning of war. Like us. We appeared out of nowhere right into this battlefield. A battlefield where you do not see blood but you see senseless death. There were no hanging limbs or beheaded bodies. Just death lurking around. The sick stench of energy sapping away and losing the mind before the body. There we were, a battlefield of no gods and no divinity.
I felt so helpless participating in a war that I did not volunteer. It was unfair to be thrown into this battle without the slightest of warning. I didn't want to die. I didn't want my name to be engraved into stone walls with many other names which people don't read. I searched for exits. I pinched myself a few times to wake up from this nightmare. I realised that was stupid, so cliche and disappointed with myself that I even thought about that.
And so four young man stood. The background of death. The music muted. Time stalled for a while.
We knew our planes were waiting for us. I thought we were supposed to be divers, but we're not. We're pilots. I question whether this was a dream. A hoax maybe? Maybe at that time it didn't matter anymore because 4 planes were all there was. We knew we were going to die. All men become boys at the face of death. My heart wasn't racing. Yet it felt like I was going to be executed. We found blindfolds on the plane. What was that suppose to mean? To spare us the visual carnage?
Before the dream ended we were not in our planes anymore. And before I wished my dream would end, we were only three. People like details. I don't give details. How we fought our enemies was a blur. Did we even fight remains a mystery. We just stood there.
The dialogue continues. It's the type of dialogue where no sounds come off. It's the type of dialogue where by the content is so unsignificant but the mere movement of the lips with sheer intensity is so powerful. The dialogue continues.
We never knew who our real enemy was. Even up to this day. Were they aliens? Terrorists? Our minds playing tricks with us? Ourselves?
We never understood the intent of this war. Most people do not even understand the meaning of war. Like us. We appeared out of nowhere right into this battlefield. A battlefield where you do not see blood but you see senseless death. There were no hanging limbs or beheaded bodies. Just death lurking around. The sick stench of energy sapping away and losing the mind before the body. There we were, a battlefield of no gods and no divinity.
I felt so helpless participating in a war that I did not volunteer. It was unfair to be thrown into this battle without the slightest of warning. I didn't want to die. I didn't want my name to be engraved into stone walls with many other names which people don't read. I searched for exits. I pinched myself a few times to wake up from this nightmare. I realised that was stupid, so cliche and disappointed with myself that I even thought about that.
And so four young man stood. The background of death. The music muted. Time stalled for a while.
We knew our planes were waiting for us. I thought we were supposed to be divers, but we're not. We're pilots. I question whether this was a dream. A hoax maybe? Maybe at that time it didn't matter anymore because 4 planes were all there was. We knew we were going to die. All men become boys at the face of death. My heart wasn't racing. Yet it felt like I was going to be executed. We found blindfolds on the plane. What was that suppose to mean? To spare us the visual carnage?
Before the dream ended we were not in our planes anymore. And before I wished my dream would end, we were only three. People like details. I don't give details. How we fought our enemies was a blur. Did we even fight remains a mystery. We just stood there.
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