In order for me to write a poetry,
That isnt political,
I must listen to the birds,
In order to listen to the birds,
The warplanes must be silent.
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It's the year 1905. What day? I don't know.
It's been a while since this war with the Russian happened. I lost a lot of comrades. Just yesterday, I remember tossing a drink with them. Today, I saw the corpses of my comrades, with whom we shared a laugh last night, lying on the battlefield. Those who said they wished to go home, to return to their family's embrace, never had a guarantee that they'd make it out.
It was just the same as me, a mere soldier who wished for this war to end and to make it out alive to my family. Why, oh why, did I volunteer myself to participate in this horror of mankind?
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" There you are! You survived last night suicide charge, honestly I'm impressed. " a man with a silk paper-like mask that covers half of his face. Rumor has it that the man mouth looked hideous like a snake, that's why he covers it up. " here some water. " he hand his water bottle to the man infront of him.
" I saw everything. " the man with a white crossing sash across his chest speak. " What was the benefit we get from murdering others? Even though they are our enemy they are still a human being, they might be a father to a family, a son to an elderly couple who has the same wish as us, to return home " The man grab the collar of the uniform worn by the man who offers him water.
A slap was given to white sashed man. " If you cant stand the horror, why did you choose to partake in the first place? In war, you have to kill your old self and build your new self in order to adapt to this horror of mankind. War happens because some human are greedy over a land that wasn't theirs. And the government of ours sure is greedy as hell. So get back to your sense and dont mourn over the lost soldier, be it your comrades or not " The silk masked man was harsh, but reasonable. If he were to let the man in front of him stay with their belief, that man will be doomed to die sooner.
" Amane. Is that why your heart has grown cold? " Haruyoshi Amane, a name given to the man with silk mask. Before the war with the Russian, he already participated in the sino japanese war. " maybe or maybe not. " Amane gives a short reply. " get yourself together the dawn will arrived shortly, and with that another round of bloodshed will happen " Amane offers a hand to the man infront of him to help him get up. " best of luck, Takeshi "
The man with the white sash name was Kiyomizu Takeshi. A man with a beautiful lustrous blue eyes.
With dawn arrival on the horizon, another round of bloodshed happens. Amane was a long distance sharp shooter. if a person was targeted by him, they have no chance of not having a bullet pierced through their head. While Takeshi was stationed on the frontline, killing as much enemy as they can to advanced forward and survives.
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I want to return home.
I will make it back home.
Even if it means I have to make my way through the ocean of corpses.
Even if its mean throwing myself to the depths of hell.
I will make it home.
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A/N : This story are all fictional. The history used in the story are not accurate. please dont take it seriously.
Mu english are also not the best, so please forgive me for the gramma mistake.
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RandomA story about a soldier who was tasked with being a spy in foreign land, whose sole purpose is to continue living.
