Smoke choked the morning sky as artillery fire rumbled through the ruined village. Soldiers marched past, with hardened faces, oblivious to the misery in the eyes of those whose dear ones were at war.
Maria looked at her husband’s picture in uniform on the mantelpiece. The thought of seeing a garland hanging on the picture tore her soul apart.
Her brother’s eyes were transfixed on the computer screen, indifferent to her inner turmoil, as he muttered, “How will the markets react today?”
The only gain for her would be his safe return, and a loss would be everything lost forever.
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Point well made, Reena. Powerful, truthful, tragic.
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Thank you, Denise!
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War is such a waste.
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Absolutely.
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all too common (and sad) a tale…brings to mind Ozzy (Osbourne)’s song War Pigs
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah
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Every word resonates with me. Thank you, Clark!
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gasp, tears! (but excellent writing, per usual)
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Thank you, Ren!
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May he return home safely.
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Hopefully so 🙏
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Beautifully written, but of course, so sad.
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Thank you, Chris!
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so sad…well done Reena, a beautifully written piece!
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Thank you, Carol!
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