Post by trecker on Aug 1, 2007 11:51:36 GMT -8
The Operative was commonly known as 'Trecker' had disappeared for quite a while.. Where had he gone? Still roaming the harsh deserts of the real...
As Trecker walked about, he kicked up some dust every half mile or so, until he stumbled upon a mound of dirt, as if something had been buried there. "What in the hell...?" As he looked down suspiciously at the pile of dirt. He kicked the dirt off the top and got on his knees and began digging, about Twenty minutes in he stumbled across a small box. As he opened the box, a spew of dust came flying out at him, making him cough slightly.
He began to open the box and found many books which dealt with war. Trecker stumbled upon a book, with a journal look to it. As he opened it, more dust kicked up. The date read 'March 17th, 2014.', he turned the page, full of war quotes and this man's personal observations and thoughts. As Trecker turned the page again, it read something that of a soldier himself. 'Soon, maybe not today, but soon, people will realize war is inevitable!, Every man wants more and more, peace never once enters the thought of these political leaders! Damnit!, No man can live in harmony with another, As long as we are allowed to think, there will always be this... this obsession with controlling something.' Trecker stopped and began to look around, then at these dark and ominous skies, and slightly whispered "There was no real truce, was there?" Then thunder cracked, as it broke his short meditation. As his eyes ran across the page, something caught his attention... 'Heh, I feel like those people in Ancient Times did, Justice has no meaning, it had no power, nor does it today, yet here we are, on these front lines,... fighting for it. Fighting for something non-existant...' Trecker closed the book and slipped it into his pocket.
As he was walking about, he felt a hint of insanity coming on as he began talking to himself quietly.. 'Fighting for something non-existant,.. Justice, peace... freedom...' He clinched his fist and continued walking. He suddenly froze and looked back up to the skies of omen. 'We all are fighting for these non-existant things... these impossible things that we will never gain, this hope has cost more lives than any weapon man has created..' He again continued walking, eyes watching the ground ahead of him. He walked for another two miles before looking up at the horizon, he saw something faint, it looked like a base, but it was far far away, far out of a day's walking distance, so he sat down, leaned back againt a rock, and began to sleep... but these re-occuring memories haunted his dreams...
Gunshots, screaming of men, citizens being gunned down... As he jumped up off of the ground and looked around cautiously, he felt re-energized, and so begins another day..
As Trecker walked about, he kicked up some dust every half mile or so, until he stumbled upon a mound of dirt, as if something had been buried there. "What in the hell...?" As he looked down suspiciously at the pile of dirt. He kicked the dirt off the top and got on his knees and began digging, about Twenty minutes in he stumbled across a small box. As he opened the box, a spew of dust came flying out at him, making him cough slightly.
He began to open the box and found many books which dealt with war. Trecker stumbled upon a book, with a journal look to it. As he opened it, more dust kicked up. The date read 'March 17th, 2014.', he turned the page, full of war quotes and this man's personal observations and thoughts. As Trecker turned the page again, it read something that of a soldier himself. 'Soon, maybe not today, but soon, people will realize war is inevitable!, Every man wants more and more, peace never once enters the thought of these political leaders! Damnit!, No man can live in harmony with another, As long as we are allowed to think, there will always be this... this obsession with controlling something.' Trecker stopped and began to look around, then at these dark and ominous skies, and slightly whispered "There was no real truce, was there?" Then thunder cracked, as it broke his short meditation. As his eyes ran across the page, something caught his attention... 'Heh, I feel like those people in Ancient Times did, Justice has no meaning, it had no power, nor does it today, yet here we are, on these front lines,... fighting for it. Fighting for something non-existant...' Trecker closed the book and slipped it into his pocket.
As he was walking about, he felt a hint of insanity coming on as he began talking to himself quietly.. 'Fighting for something non-existant,.. Justice, peace... freedom...' He clinched his fist and continued walking. He suddenly froze and looked back up to the skies of omen. 'We all are fighting for these non-existant things... these impossible things that we will never gain, this hope has cost more lives than any weapon man has created..' He again continued walking, eyes watching the ground ahead of him. He walked for another two miles before looking up at the horizon, he saw something faint, it looked like a base, but it was far far away, far out of a day's walking distance, so he sat down, leaned back againt a rock, and began to sleep... but these re-occuring memories haunted his dreams...
Gunshots, screaming of men, citizens being gunned down... As he jumped up off of the ground and looked around cautiously, he felt re-energized, and so begins another day..