Last night, I laid in bed, Saoirse beside me, sound asleep as I stared up at the ceiling. I was wide awake, compelled with thoughts of what is obviously going to come when the Force merits it... War.
As the word crossed my mind, the things that associated with it were death... Devastation.... Destruction... Loss... Pain... Suffering, Chaos...
My mind drifted to the families of people lost, in a needless bloodlust. For what, may I ask? Land expansion? Maybe a petty disagreement between two leaders? A hate that cannot be sated until one is victorious over the other?
War.
I looked over at Saoirse, my eyes turned soft as I imagined what it would have been like if she had been killed in the middle of the crossfire. If the wandering Miraluka had wandered to the wrong place, been caught in the wrong time, and suddenly she was no longer in this world, no longer here with me. My mind was filled then with overwhelming sorrow, trying to imagine a world where she was no longer beside me, I don't know if I'd be able to bear it.
What is the point of war, is the question. Greed tends to play it's hand in this juncture... Ambition, a lust for power. If not for a disagreement, it is a means to make yourself stronger. But at what cost? What of the ones who don't make it home. Who can't kiss their wives and husbands when they come through the door, can't tuck in their children at night anymore? All because they either fight in or are caught in the crossfire of endless battle, killed fighting or get stuck in the battle of two, disguised as a battle for all.
The Republic has done much to secure peace for itself under the reigns of Aleidis Ijet and Philip J. Halen. For that, I stand proud and salute to those who worked their hearts out to save lives, and spare endless death. But with them gone and the current state of the Senate and Republic... Hell, even with the Jedi... I can sense it. Blood will spill once again in some fashion on a large scale. And none of us will be able to escape it.
Dranok Lussk... A man I have seen and heard of, but never met personally. That stunt in the Senate.... I have a feeling I know what's coming next after that. I feel as if he was instigating it... And if I know the Senate in it's current state, they might very well answer...
War isn't the answer for me. The loss of life is never the answer for me. The loss of a family member, a friend, a lover, a spouse, a mother, a father... They will come in droves, and I cannot fathom the looks on the faces of families as they hear the news that daddy isn't coming home.
But yet... There is naught I can do. If I get pulled into something that I cannot control... I will fight. I will fight for the Order, for the Republic, for the safety of it's citizens, for this galaxy... And I will fight for the right to go home, peck Saoirse on the cheek, and tell her I love her more then life itself. Because life is too short to take things for granted.
As the word crossed my mind, the things that associated with it were death... Devastation.... Destruction... Loss... Pain... Suffering, Chaos...
My mind drifted to the families of people lost, in a needless bloodlust. For what, may I ask? Land expansion? Maybe a petty disagreement between two leaders? A hate that cannot be sated until one is victorious over the other?
War.
I looked over at Saoirse, my eyes turned soft as I imagined what it would have been like if she had been killed in the middle of the crossfire. If the wandering Miraluka had wandered to the wrong place, been caught in the wrong time, and suddenly she was no longer in this world, no longer here with me. My mind was filled then with overwhelming sorrow, trying to imagine a world where she was no longer beside me, I don't know if I'd be able to bear it.
What is the point of war, is the question. Greed tends to play it's hand in this juncture... Ambition, a lust for power. If not for a disagreement, it is a means to make yourself stronger. But at what cost? What of the ones who don't make it home. Who can't kiss their wives and husbands when they come through the door, can't tuck in their children at night anymore? All because they either fight in or are caught in the crossfire of endless battle, killed fighting or get stuck in the battle of two, disguised as a battle for all.
The Republic has done much to secure peace for itself under the reigns of Aleidis Ijet and Philip J. Halen. For that, I stand proud and salute to those who worked their hearts out to save lives, and spare endless death. But with them gone and the current state of the Senate and Republic... Hell, even with the Jedi... I can sense it. Blood will spill once again in some fashion on a large scale. And none of us will be able to escape it.
Dranok Lussk... A man I have seen and heard of, but never met personally. That stunt in the Senate.... I have a feeling I know what's coming next after that. I feel as if he was instigating it... And if I know the Senate in it's current state, they might very well answer...
War isn't the answer for me. The loss of life is never the answer for me. The loss of a family member, a friend, a lover, a spouse, a mother, a father... They will come in droves, and I cannot fathom the looks on the faces of families as they hear the news that daddy isn't coming home.
But yet... There is naught I can do. If I get pulled into something that I cannot control... I will fight. I will fight for the Order, for the Republic, for the safety of it's citizens, for this galaxy... And I will fight for the right to go home, peck Saoirse on the cheek, and tell her I love her more then life itself. Because life is too short to take things for granted.
