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Savage Warfare by Synyster
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Savage Warfare: Prologue
Date: 7 July 2007, 7:01 am
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass.
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The Solider squared his shoulders and said
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just to steep,
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."-Author Unknown
"Here lie the brave soldiers who died fighting for the freedom of humanity. The brave soldiers who laid down their lives to bring hope back to mankind. Each and every one of them died heroically, doing something they truly believed in, and fighting for their ideals..."
Jessica could barely hear the words spoken as her beloved was laid to rest through her now streaming tears. The priest's words were of no comfort to her, or the others gathered around the graves. These seventeen men were the lucky ones, the one ones who's remains had been found in the ashes of the battlefield. All of their brave comrades who had fallen now lay in small unmarked graves, only a few were given proper burials atop the lonely cemetery hill.
Mist shrouded the air, and the cold winter air chilled everyone there to the core. No one, however, noticed the cold for they were too busy weeping for their fallen loved ones. A lone tree, surrounded by seventeen graves was all that would be left to remember the fallen, a sad reminder of the toll war takes on humanity.
After a few hours, only two people were left atop the hill, one sitting quietly at his brothers grave, tears streaming down his face and another sitting by herself against a tree. The beautiful girl never looked up from what she was reading.
Jessica read, and re-read the charred pages of her lovers journal he had kept until she could no longer see the pages through her tears. Her grief went, for the most part, unnoticed by the man on the hill as he sat silently next to his brothers grave and stared silently into the fog ahead of him.
The sun was starting to set, casting reddish shade on the fog making it seem almost as though the sky was bleeding. Before long the sun had sunk below the hilly horizon, leaving the hilltop a desolate and empty gray shade.
Passing cars on the small street below noticed the two people on the small hill, looking lost and empty, but went about their business unknowing of the pain felt. After a few more hours the hill was deserted and silent save for the sound of the wind in the tree, and the pain and loss still lingering in the air like death.
What seemed like an eternity to all the mourners on the hill, and what seemed like unbearable pain to them, went unnoticed by the rest of the cold, cruel, unsympathetic world. Although through all the days tragedy and loss, the soldiers' deaths had brought hope to millions, and that was what they had died trying to accomplish.
Driving the long road home to a now deserted house, Jessica fought to control her tears. Passing by places Robert had taken her, or had promised to upon her return, hot tears burst from her eyes, burning her cheeks and bitterly stinging her lips.
"All those promises, all that we could have been is lost..." she thought as, completely filled with despair, she pulled off her engagement ring and threw it out the window. "Now he'll never see our son born all because of those stupid alien bastards."
By now her eyes were almost swollen shut from the tears, and so she didn't notice that she was accelerating by mistake. She didn't realize that she took a turn along the dark road just a little too fast, and she didn't notice that there was no guard barrier along the cliffside here. The last thing she ever noticed was the rocks below her rushing towards the front of her car with terrifying speed.
It took the crews three days to pull her remains from the twisted wreckage, and by then it was far too late to save her or her unborn child.
Part One: Letters Home coming soon
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