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Hearts For War
written by: Art Blacktooth
Can you sift through the rubble of broken dreams, through gaping wounds and the collateral damage of truth? Can you walk a mile in muddy boots that have trampled fields of wheat, past landmines and ordnance and into the mouth of aggression?
I have been through this warzone. I have dawned my scars and painted my face in blood, one more scalp, one more trophy – one more badge of honor for the landlords of hell. That's right, my tombstone is blank, a vacant spirit clawing from the grave.
Upon a time I witnessed birth, six pounds of screaming infant, a miracle. I now unleash this Howitzer upon a sleeping village, mechanical dogs of war, the wrath of God in camouflage. I am the battered remnant of man, a fox with rabid eyes and PTSD.
Step aside boy, for the tanks are coming, another airstrike from the rear. What politician sits in his golden chamber, a pampered puppet with his dickless heart and paper creed, a silver coin shoved neatly up his ass.
When God decides to settle the score, when he throws his dice and rips men from this dented can, I will beg him for answers. I will demand to know why he made me cry, why I murdered children and lied to my wife. You cheated us! You made us believe and left us here to kill rats. I cannot do this anymore. I have no more hearts for war...
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Although I served proudly in the military, I was spared the greater responsibility of conflict. This article is not to say wars do not shape history, because that would be a falsehood. However, they often come with a greater cost to the individual baring arms, the man or woman who leaves their comforts behind, their families, all to embrace a struggle that is far beyond their reckoning. The heavy cost of war is like a thick onion with many layers – in many instances dying on the battlefield may have been the more merciful outcome. God bless the countless millions of warriors who have shaped the very fabric of history. May your brave souls rest in peace...