| Re: What is the Root of all evil?
just an old story
" small smokeless fire being tended, Cambodia, camo faces peering into the darkness ... from ten to twenty feet away from the glow of ... melted into the dusk .. of jungle mud .. grime and insects, always insects ..."
the captain comes out of a smoky dug out holding in his arms non script manila file holders, so empty now the twelve was held in one hand, his left. His right always where it was.
Black in heart and skin, you would know him by his teeth, rotten to the core, never mind his bloodshot eyes or rolling walk.
"Well boys, time to leave, i think?" he said, softly, but all heard him.
One by one eyes blink to reflected ember white agreement after a slight caress of stock or drummed fingers on a scabbarded knife hilt and even a deep breath or two ... one spit, another realized the tight grip of hung frag, an just a slight less grip was given....
snipe lifting his net off his face, dog, wolf, dave, redye, ... one by one in silent toe first step they rose each in turn to take there file, and a single record sheet of contract form that had made them what they were ... then each sit back down for the moon as embers rose to flame so fed now of empty handed turn, just breifly a light.... not one smile did show as history turned to ash.
south by south east the path sixty and four the beach and z, quiet were the guns and dry the knife and curled the wire as food came unaware an passed.
They were going home. fifty would have passed, and did. Seventy five would have passed and did, in running lope as a hundred would have passed too, for victory was soon there's, they were all going home too ... but only eighty six went by till one ... just had to pee. one, just had, to, pee.
eighty seven turned to the scream, more then could see it all, he'd have no children now for sure an faced one twenty more or so all so fast as in between the run was gauntlet doom, for the ten between so seen ...
Snipe was up a tree, quiet as he could be, redeye under leaves, he couldn't run you see.
no one knows more then ten how many died that morn and day, but come that night and three days more twenty seven rear guard met there date with fate, deserted is what they said for sure of all or home meant more then some straglers late or fate... then in border reached, a number twenty eight, a general sure or some unknown high stupid rank standing at the gate, ... 830 yards or more a foot or two away, just smiling and smoking looking smugly back as smoky circled curls waifted straight above his lips, no wind.... glasses truned then to specticle and brains to feed the fish old foolish man was he, hah!
... redeye waited at the z, an two went home to peace ... eventually, with footsteps lost in time you see.
(words found in diary floating in the south china sea) canadian author unknown,
War is evil.
Children and old men just making a dollar or two at the cost of others care?
This was evil, is, and will be evil, by nature of man ability to do so, less he be somthing less, or more? Just the ponder an really who cares that much or could as a job is just a job for some. but i personaly do not know the root of evil despite the ponder, sorry tina it has slipped me by and i guess piddling is the root? hmmm ~ g  |