Over Seas, Under Skies

War crept up on us. Like a crack in a windscreen, you knew something was wrong, but there was plenty of time to worry. So we took our time to worry. We worried more than a mother who's child hasn't returned home by 9 o'clock, although a mother would be concerned, and a mother would drive her car through the depths of Hell just to give her child a lift home.
We were all responsible, the outcome of the future rested in our hands as if it were fragile newborn baby. We weren't that type of mother.
Everybody makes mistakes, and some mistakes are bigger than others. I wish I could say that we could turn this world around, but the times ahead will be tough, like a volatile teenager, while our generation couldn't even handle the infant. In writing this we hope to give inspiration to you, to hand over the responsibility to better people. The war that broke so many apart has brought so many together, and we are just some of those who found peace in a desert that once seemed devoid of all things good. A desert we call the war zone.