During the war, we fought on opposite sides – two factions divided by a common hate for one another – we killed one another’s’ friends, relatives and childhood. We were 12 and we had been told we were fighting a holy war. A war which would grant us revenge. A war which would eradicate the pain in our hearts from losing loved ones, the more enemies’ throat we slit the closer we got. We were told it could only end with one side obliterated. A war which would make us happy. Which was all we wanted.
No side came out victorious, only more blood and pain. Only more hatred layered with sadness. Only more of the same. Then, out of the blue, the war ended. And, it was over. We were told to pack and leave. Left alone, both in our twenties, clueless as to what to do next. The uselessness of what we had done struck us. We had not changed anything. The pain was there, only stronger. Looking back we saw solely the regret of a now long gone childhood. We were left stranded with no skills aside from how to expedite bullets from the barrels of guns to pierce flesh.
At a loss for what to do and where to go. I frantically searched for activities I could do. Dancing, singing and Dj-ing. The sound kept the noises in my ear quiet. One day, I saw a flier glued to a wall. The wall was slightly burnt, scars left from the battles.
It read:
Healing and discussion center for all children who participated as soldiers in the war. We are here to hear and help you. Please come share your story.
I snickered at the flier. At the time, realisation of ramifications of the war on myself had not yet come over my mind. I lingered in a state of absolute denial. However, I went. Out of sheer curiosity. Who would be there? Would anyone even come?
We met in a small hut outside town. The place had a beautiful garden and serving as entrance was a large arch covered in vines and flowers which twirled and intertwined over the archway. I arrived and saw the inner parts of the construct. There were no chairs. Only small red pillows sitting in a perfect ⭕️ circle. I was the first to arrive. So, I simply sat there and waited a while. A fresh smell of earth and grass abounds the air of this little hut, I noted.
Gradually, I heard footsteps making there way through the garden and into the hut. I was on my back, laying down sprawled on the ground, arms stretched. I turned my head to see who had come. And then, I saw him.
That man. The one I had searched for everyday on the battlefield. The reason I had gone through that hell. He gave a short bow with his head, acknowledging my presence then sat cross-legged across from me. I stood up and stared into his eyes. He stared back. We said nothing. A minute passed and then two and then five. Still, we said nothing. We stared. His eyes gleamed shortly as though he had just recalled something. Within myself I felt an overflowing fountain of lava nearing implosion. He was the man I had wanted to kill. His face had been splattered on many posters during the war. He had been the leader of the squad which had killed my family. I scrutinised him carefully and realised he was around my age. Perhaps a year or two more at best. Then suddenly:
I lunged towards him, going straight for his throat […]
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Les plaies infligées par la guerre semblent irréparable !! Je pense qu’il faut des pages de générations pour s’estompent ces horreurs.
The short story you wrote makes of the play of The Just Assassins of Albert Camus. Otherwise, it is very interesting and well written as usual.
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The fate of all 86’ed war resources
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Very well written, I really enjoyed this.
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Nicely done. No wars are good
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Thank you very much. Here it’s mostly about how to heal after a war. How to not stay trapped in the past.
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Yeah some wars are fought with weapons some in the minds
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“I had not yet realized what the war had done to me.” Strong line.
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Thank you 🙏
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When will you release the next part?
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When I am done with my essays 🙂 as soon as possible. Likely at the end of this month.
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Oh boy! What a strong [for the time being] ending. I like the realistic feel of it! 🍸
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Looking forward to part II.
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Thank you! It’s nice of you 🙂
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Gripping, indeed. It engenders a strong desire to hurl bricks at you for leaving it there.
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Haha 🙂 sorry exam period getting in the way.
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I am eager to read the next part. That ending was so abrupt.
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Yes, it will soon be posted. Thank you 😊
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An intensely exquisite story! That scene where they peered at each other spoke a thousand words of rage and fury. Felt so real. Like real life emotions that you have wrapped up as you write those words. I love it! Can’t wait for the next part! 🙂
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