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We’ve forgotten just how many bodies had to be sacrificed for the peace we have today. The blood, the guts, and most importantly the men. The first were the oldest, the most experienced, battle hardened and equipped with the most modern weapons and training. They were our species’ original protectors. The soldier, the Grunt. Yet, they were split amongst the world, between the chasms of politics and belief. Conflict infested them, infested the very earth.
Still, humanity believed they would win and secure the future that would be beyond the oncoming disaster. The starfall, the day everything changed.
Obviously that didn’t happen. Nothing had prepared humanity’s best and brightest to face the challenges of killing real monsters. So? What did we do next when our first batch of soldiers died? We sent the next batch in. And then the next, and the next. So on and so forth. It was a cycle. More bodies were thrown at the problem. And so the war kept on going.
And there was no end in sight. None. None at all.
There was no such thing as a veteran back then, only survivors, and that was stretching it. Once the strongest and smartest soldiers were all pretty much slaughtered, it was the civilians’ turn to be sent to inevitably die, to die and die and die. I wouldn’t have even called their efforts fighting, more like panicked flailing, a repeat of the same senseless bloodshed for the sake of the future. Or well, for the sake of whoever barked the orders to charge into battle.
Just more bodies for the grinder.
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And after that.. Nothing. We still didn’t win, and humanity went on to look for someone else to take up the role, and all that was left were the children.
As they say, Desperate times call for desperate measures.
And, I know I’m repeating myself, but still the war was not over. After everything humanity had thrown at the problem, had thrown at the tides of nightmarish monsters, they were no closer to winning the war as they were understanding it. They only understood one fact. They now trained everyone, regardless of gender or age. They train them to become explorers, to become warriors, to become thinkers, to be everything they need to be to survive. And win.
But it’s still the same today as it was then. We send them to die, hoping they’ll come back and continue to protect us. It’s a heavy burden, and for children no less.
Humans. I cringe when I think about our species, the sheer depths we go for the sake of goals, and the horrific history we make in the name of survival. The margins we cross, the morals we disgrace. And the shitty people we take orders from. We are a damned species and the planet would be better off without us.
Well, not all of us, there are a good few who shine amongst the muck of shit that is our sorted history. But we are damned. All of us. It’s a fact.
And I am the most damned of them all.
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Log Created by Itsuki Homura.
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