During the last world wars, the main way to communicate was to use the postal system. In most ex belligerent countries, students sometimes read letters written by soldiers from the previous world wars during history class. Male students can relate a bit with these men. They express their struggle on the front, the reality of their lives (the post censorship redacted version at least ) and the unconditionnal love they have for their country, family, and souldmate.
If you actually read those letters, you'll realize something : almost all these men had a fiancée. You might say that customs were different, or that they were all "Chad warriors" or other wrong assumptions of this kind. But in truth, that just reval one thing : we only remember those who slay.
Just imagine this. If the third world war was about to occure now, most of us will end up as cannon fodder. Most of us will have to endure the same atrocious living conditions, the same endless stress, the same fear and cowardiness, the same bravery and madness. Let's imagine a moment that in case of technological warfare, all our technologies such as smartphone or even internet will end up totally worthless and we will have to rely on the post service, just like our ancestors did.
Who will you write to ? What will you write ?
You have parents. But most studycels are annoyed by the simple idea of calling their parents once per week to tell them once again how meaningless life is. Now imagine the exact same thing, but instead of studying, you're eating bullets, or waiting for it, every single day, on some foreign front. Will you even find the energy to write anything to them at this point ?
You have friends, but don't you remember ? Those fuckers are on some front, just like you, eating bullets all day. They can't really care about the bullets you ate, they already have enough energy to lose with their own. Absurdly, they would still be the only person on planet Earth to be able to relate with you on these moments.
And finally, you don't have a fiancée. Thus you'll never write anything passionate to the person that loves you, and that you love. You'll never have the opportunity to evocate your pure love through a metaphoric way with an uncensored hymn to the motherland. You'll never have memories to rethink about, or projects to share, you'll never have this bright window of hope out of the atrocities of war.
And out of the prison of time.
Because only this kind of letters is lauded by the winners and read by children throughout the next century. Only this kind of words can escape the oblivion of time and cyclical male deaths.
As a result : you'll not write. Not a single letter. Not a single word.
You'll die as worthless as you lived, cannon fodder for eternity. And no words of value will ever be heard from you, out of your cadaver. You were already a cadaver when you were born.
Just a thought to all those silenced men who died alone, and who were forgotten precisely because of that : dying alone.
If you actually read those letters, you'll realize something : almost all these men had a fiancée. You might say that customs were different, or that they were all "Chad warriors" or other wrong assumptions of this kind. But in truth, that just reval one thing : we only remember those who slay.
Just imagine this. If the third world war was about to occure now, most of us will end up as cannon fodder. Most of us will have to endure the same atrocious living conditions, the same endless stress, the same fear and cowardiness, the same bravery and madness. Let's imagine a moment that in case of technological warfare, all our technologies such as smartphone or even internet will end up totally worthless and we will have to rely on the post service, just like our ancestors did.
Who will you write to ? What will you write ?
You have parents. But most studycels are annoyed by the simple idea of calling their parents once per week to tell them once again how meaningless life is. Now imagine the exact same thing, but instead of studying, you're eating bullets, or waiting for it, every single day, on some foreign front. Will you even find the energy to write anything to them at this point ?
You have friends, but don't you remember ? Those fuckers are on some front, just like you, eating bullets all day. They can't really care about the bullets you ate, they already have enough energy to lose with their own. Absurdly, they would still be the only person on planet Earth to be able to relate with you on these moments.
And finally, you don't have a fiancée. Thus you'll never write anything passionate to the person that loves you, and that you love. You'll never have the opportunity to evocate your pure love through a metaphoric way with an uncensored hymn to the motherland. You'll never have memories to rethink about, or projects to share, you'll never have this bright window of hope out of the atrocities of war.
And out of the prison of time.
Because only this kind of letters is lauded by the winners and read by children throughout the next century. Only this kind of words can escape the oblivion of time and cyclical male deaths.
As a result : you'll not write. Not a single letter. Not a single word.
You'll die as worthless as you lived, cannon fodder for eternity. And no words of value will ever be heard from you, out of your cadaver. You were already a cadaver when you were born.
Just a thought to all those silenced men who died alone, and who were forgotten precisely because of that : dying alone.
