|The most powerful word that I know.|
|Started By: JakeLaRoque[Joined: May 20141]|
|Posted on 2015-01-26 10:05pm|
My wife's name was Cecily.
My son's name was Alexander.
I hope you understand the power of that word.
I hate it with every fibre of my being but I've learned to respect it. It is a word I see every day.
It is a life-changing word.
That word... separates all of my being ... splits me in half.
There is who I am, and there is who I was.
I was happy. Oblivious. Carefree. Devoted. Loving. Stupid.
I was a husband. I was a father. I was...something.
And then, the end of times happened and some of us were too stubborn to die off with the rest of the world.
I told them I would protect them. I told them I would keep them safe. I knew I would sacrifice my life in an instant if it meant keeping them safe. And yet somehow I lived and now..
she was...and he was...
Now they are the past. Just like your sons and daughters, husbands and wives, parents, friends and all the rest.
We cannot forget them. Ten years may have passed since the first bombs fell, but we will not forget them! We cannot forget how they were taken away. I refuse to forget who did this!
We remember. I remember.
The companies profited off the war and they sold their poisons to every bidder. The bombs that destroyed your homes and made everything into was, were built here, by them.
Was no longer controls me.
Now I am.
I am hurt. Working. Training. Remembering. Grieving. Recruiting.
I am angry and there will be a reckoning.