Post 6

We sat in the dark, rifles resting across our laps, and looked up at the night sky. We had accomplished something huge today; we had turned the tide of the war and after all these years of fighting it at last looked as if the end could be in sight. In the silence I realized the rage that had always been present, the undercurrent of vengeance and justice that had coursed below us, was still there. Even after a great victory, one that we should have been celebrating, we could not partake in celebration. There is still so much to do, still so many battles left to be won before we would win the war. The glory that we so blindly sought has been delivered, in part, but at what cost to us? How much more will we be asked to lose in order to be remembered as the greatest nation, to ensure that what we have done will not drift into historical animosity after we have left this world forever?