Thursday, September 13, 2007

A Pall of Death Hangs Over the Camp

I've seen war before. This isn't war.

Why are we sending our best young men and women to be slaughtered in this foreign land? "To help the people", they say. But who are the people? The lazy, greedy sycophants who malinger behind the stockade of this crude camp? Who have long since given up trying to build something in the real world outside?

Or are the people those things outside the camp, alien and unknown? They say the outsiders are evil - demons, the undead, and foul beasts of the wilderness. So we come here to kill them, and yet they go about their lives - an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth.