My short piece of creative writing about war and the feelings.
Very often you hear young boys talk about war as if it was a great place, a place in which you gain honour and respect. But honour and respect is not worth seeing the sights you see, playing with your life, hacking down other men over money, land or religion. I would rather not have respect and honour and live with peace than see the sights I have and will never see again.
My memories of war were great but also bad. My first battle was against the tree folk that lived and were brought up in the feasting forest. It was called this as whoever entered it seemed to never come back out as if they were eaten by the trees them self. We came to find out that it was the highly skilled tree folk who lived in the dense and dark forest for their whole life. They had learnt how to travel in between the trees to not be found nor seen the ability to deceive and travel from tree to tree. Their weapons were weak against swords but the hidden punji stick and spears were lethal. The main killer was the deadly silent arrows, made from skinned silver birch and shaped to a point with the carefully shaped slate knifes made from the cliff edge slate.
I remember it was a hard battle, a battle that needed stealth, power and true intelligence to outsmart the green skinned tree folk. After ten days the whole forest was flat no trees or tree folk it was a quick but a hard procedure and not many men survived. Ten thousand went in with the ego of a million men and only twenty came out with the ego of one man. All twenty men ended up with a promotion. This gave you joy for the first day but after you thought about the friends you made the friends that got killed. You thought about their family receiving the letter saying that your husband, father or son has been killed in battle. The battle was for what? Money, land or religion that is all it is normally over and i fight for what? Honour, respect i do not know but i began to respect everyone who did not fight tried to reason with them using the sense and brain instead of charging in.
This taught you to use your brain first then your brawn. It was hard to reason with but it got me far in life but now my time has ended.
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