ShadowTheRaven
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The struggle is forever.
Even if the war is won tomorrow and the enemy totally eradicated, we still struggle for the rest of our lives to get what we want. I know I'm expected to keep on doing this until I drop dead. 60 more years or so, even if I'm an old man with dementia confined in the hospital on life support hallucinating the Gods standing by my deathbed I'll still fight because I must. It never stops, and that's what survival is all about. Am I strong enough to keep going for that long? Only time will tell.
Imagine being in a World War I era trench, your side and the enemy's side firing their weapons back and forth, and you can't afford to stop pulling that trigger until your weapon's empty, reloading, and resuming fire going on and on for weeks on end with very little time to rest over all of the grenade and artillery explosions happening all around you. That's the type of pressure our enemy is putting on us now and has been putting on us for years and for years to come.
The difference between us and them is that we have the spirit to fight, and if you don't, you better find it pretty fucking fast and know that the Gods reward their warriors. If there is a Valhalla for us, I hope to see it. That's all I care about now, eradicating the enemy on every conceivable level and upon death or godhood, whatever comes first, I get to join in a blessed feast with you all by my side.
After all, to be a battle hardened soldier is the most honorable life to lead and if you're not a squeamish weak little punk, then blessings shine upon you for we shall inherit the planet at the end of this conflict, and at the dawn of the next. It never stops, don't expect it to for the struggle is forever.
I felt like writing something so fuck it I suppose.
Even if the war is won tomorrow and the enemy totally eradicated, we still struggle for the rest of our lives to get what we want. I know I'm expected to keep on doing this until I drop dead. 60 more years or so, even if I'm an old man with dementia confined in the hospital on life support hallucinating the Gods standing by my deathbed I'll still fight because I must. It never stops, and that's what survival is all about. Am I strong enough to keep going for that long? Only time will tell.
Imagine being in a World War I era trench, your side and the enemy's side firing their weapons back and forth, and you can't afford to stop pulling that trigger until your weapon's empty, reloading, and resuming fire going on and on for weeks on end with very little time to rest over all of the grenade and artillery explosions happening all around you. That's the type of pressure our enemy is putting on us now and has been putting on us for years and for years to come.
The difference between us and them is that we have the spirit to fight, and if you don't, you better find it pretty fucking fast and know that the Gods reward their warriors. If there is a Valhalla for us, I hope to see it. That's all I care about now, eradicating the enemy on every conceivable level and upon death or godhood, whatever comes first, I get to join in a blessed feast with you all by my side.
After all, to be a battle hardened soldier is the most honorable life to lead and if you're not a squeamish weak little punk, then blessings shine upon you for we shall inherit the planet at the end of this conflict, and at the dawn of the next. It never stops, don't expect it to for the struggle is forever.
I felt like writing something so fuck it I suppose.