Lambs to the Slaughter

War is such an interesting concept.
Young men and women all over the world are sent to slaughter their fellow man.
Don’t get me wrong some people are made into thinking this is okay.
It’s not.
The man who has been blinded by hatred must be hit with a wave of insight after shedding blood of his supposed “enemy”.
Thoughts race through this soldier’s head.
With their new view to the world they can truly see the situation they are in.
Did that man have kids?
Did that man have a family?
Probably.
Now, this young person has a burden the size of the titanic on their shoulder.
Instead of drowning in water they drown in whiskey and sorrows.
They lose everything they have ever known about themselves.
The government just sees another cog in their big machine.
What a shame.
That young man or woman had dreams and aspirations.
Just like every other person on this earth.
Now? Don’t make me laugh.
Nightmares.
Panic.
Screams.
No Sleep.
A wonderful list all because you made it to the front lines.
If you think it was worth it, more power to you.
I hope it was worth snuffing out the flame of your “enemy”.
The men who start these wars.
I loathe you.
You make me sick.
Thank God, for your cozy fire burning nights.
Thank God, for your ability to hug your loved ones.
Whether you realize it or not, these lives lost are all on your shoulders.
You got lucky.
One day that rabbit’s foot will decay.