The “Art” of War.
Little do we as civilians know the trauma and heroism that goes on in the heat of battle. The likely hood of a solder realizing the reality of things present in battle may not come until the battle is over. A strange and erie silence looms over fields stained red after the smoke clears, the screams silence, and the moans simmer below the wind and birds. The reality is that death will happen whether deliberate or natural. But no man or woman is born into this world knowing that one day they too will be the cause of a loss, a loved one, and a tormented mind-crazed terrorists. We shed blood for our God and for our pride in our nation.
So many times I wish I was alive during the second world war and of age to be a part of it. Not to witness the death, but to know the men and women of that day which sacrificed all they had for so few. And I’d gather those who’ve passed during that war and place them in a large room. One by one I’d ask them to describe their intents, their last moments, every memory they had that gave them peace and hope when all was lost. This would surely impact even the most naive from the dawn of age to the future coming.
I watched this video with toys and I learned more emotion with the knowledge of another impeding onto me. “Who said toys were just for kids?”, said the creator of this film. Imagine the satisfaction a solder had when he found a stick resembling a human figure and allowed his imagination to run as he too made a toy from it. It’s a mad world.
