Stillsearching
09-21-2011, 05:34 PM
I am not sure if this qualifies as a poem, it didn't seem to fit in the other sections either so apologies if it should have gone elsewhere. It was I suppose a reflective piece based on my own experience. I was curious to know if anyone has any observations, good or bad as to what they think of it as a piece of writing or just in general. Many thanks.
War - A Warning to the Volunteer
It is like an extreme sport except you gamble with your life.
Granted some sports are dangerous but in war someone must die. It is an essential part of the process.
If you choose to enter the game you must realise your life will hang in the balance. Your destiny is controlled entirely by a roll of the dice.
Some will leave the table dead, others greviously wounded. That is a given. The remainder will survive an experience unavailable elsewhere.
But remember, once you sit down you cannot leave until the game has ended and your life remains in the balance. You will have made the ultimate gamble.
That is the reality and it cannot be escaped.
The choice is yours.
For now.
War - A Warning to the Volunteer
It is like an extreme sport except you gamble with your life.
Granted some sports are dangerous but in war someone must die. It is an essential part of the process.
If you choose to enter the game you must realise your life will hang in the balance. Your destiny is controlled entirely by a roll of the dice.
Some will leave the table dead, others greviously wounded. That is a given. The remainder will survive an experience unavailable elsewhere.
But remember, once you sit down you cannot leave until the game has ended and your life remains in the balance. You will have made the ultimate gamble.
That is the reality and it cannot be escaped.
The choice is yours.
For now.