A House of Turquoise and Clouds

War

   "You wouldn't believe the things I saw, even if you were there yourself. Buildings burning. People, laying dead in the street. I can still see the little kid, sitting there, holding his mother's body, crying, as she bleed out in his hands. I can still remember seeing a pair of shoes in the street, as we drove by.
   "I can still hear it. The cries of the people dying, as they begged for life. The guns being shot next to me. The tanks as they shot, the grenades as they exploded.
"The smells. The smells were something else. Dead and rotting flesh. Burning rubber. It's the kind of smell that lasts for days, even after you leave. It lingers.
   "I can still feels the flames on my skin. It was so hot, but yet so cold at the same time. I cannot help, but feel as if I'm still being watched. I cannot shake the feeling of something crawling on me. I cannot help, but feel the pain of those dying.
   "It has left a foul taste in my mouth. I don't like it. It tastes so bad. Like sewer, or a dead animal. Like when you see something disgusting and you can taste it. I feel that it will forever taste like I have thrown up in my mouth."
   The man, an older gentleman looked at me. His eyes holding an emptiness I have never seen before.
   "The tales of war are not good ones, but they are there. And they are to never be forgotten."
  
   To this day I still haven't forgotten what he had said. It wasn't until this day though that I understood what he was saying. The world has finally fallen apart. The world has gone into its fifth world war now, and I don't think we're going to make it out of this one.