THE FUTILITY OF WAR....

********PANIC********

                      Dawnie 2005.

This short story is about the first World War 1914-1918.

My Paternal Grandfather lost two of his brothers and

several nephews in this terrible killing field, called a

theatre of war. My Maternal Grandfather fought,

for his old homeland England. returned to Australia

with many issues, his health was never the same again

and  that shortened his life.To my absolute amazement

the human race never... learnt one lesson from it

and went on to repeat the wholesale slaughter again in

the second World War and subsequent wars here there

and everywhere over the years and are still fighting in

one spot or another to this very day. Alas what can one

lonely voice do....to make the world stop listen...

love and live in peace and dignity?

Clarry awoke screaming and no one seemed to be able

to pacify him. He had had a dreadful few days but

yesterday was the most horrific yet, that he could

remember. It had started out like any other day in

this dreadful  muddy hell hole in the ground but it 

had  soon deteriorated into panic and mayhem .

The battle was so vicious and blood thirsty that he

thought in his sheer terror and panic that if, this is

what the human race does to each other, and for what

reason, he was yet to fathom ?

"King and Country  they said !   

A bullet would be preferable to end his misery because

he was sick of the carnage and the sheer brutality of the

war. He had a mind to run out and beg someone to shoot

him, his panic and torment was so bad. Now he was

screaming hysterically and gabbling incoherently and his

fellow soldiers called for the Padre and a medic, who

said he had shell shock and was possibly going to live in

this state of crazed mania bordering on panic for the rest

of his days.

Peace of mind would never settle on Clarry again, he had

paid an extremely high price for his King and Country and

yes indeed a bullet would be preferable to living in this

tormented and panic ridden shell that is only but a glimmer

of his former self. Those poor buggers lying out there dead in

the mud at least have peace and don´t need to panic or be

afraid of anything again... God rest their souls.

08:01 - Sunday, October 9, 2005 - post comment

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this is heart rending, but oh! so true.

Anonymous - 15:28 - Thursday, September 8, 2005