War and Death

I had a dream last night about war. Well it wasn't the kind of war like in Iraq or something. It wasn't with guns and bombs. It was hand on combat with ... I think pitchforks. I know it sounds funny now, most dreams do after you wake up. The other group..well I am not sure if they even had weapons. But there were a lot more of them. But we kept stabbing them and piling them in a corner of this arena we were at. There were only a hand full of us. But the reason for this blog is not to tell you about this ridiculous war. It's what happens after the war is over.

Our team won and people were all rejoicing in the glory of success. Then a sudden pain hit my very core with such violent force that I felt I could die. I started crying out loud and fell to my knees. It turns out, the pain was remorse. Remorse from seeing all the dead bodies lying on the ground all around me, looking up at me with mortal pain in their eyes. Some still had tears running down their faces. They were mostly women and they had blood running down their clothes. Oh the pain of seeing all this massacre! At least when you play video games and are on a killing spree, the bodies slowly disappear. But in reality they just stay there staring into blankness. With loud sobs I found myself slowly drifting back to wakefulness.

Then I thought to myself, how do real soldiers do it? How is it they go on day after day after seeing dieing faces? I admire them and also feel sorry for them to have to go through this.