Little Inklings 2022

ALEXA DUENAS ❜ 26 War. All of this bloodshed, violence, and aggression, just to be free. And we did it, we won. The white flag was raised and the enemy fled. We are free. No one had processed what had happened yet. After twenty long, hard, and tireless years, the fighting was done. No more struggling from battle to battle, or worrying for our friends and family while trying to fight for our own lives. For the first time in years, men returned home again. On the shore, navy ships docked back on land. Life was supposed to get back to normal. Back to how it was before. When the skies were blue and the ground was a bright and luscious green. When one would look out of another’s window and see children playing, not the dead bodies of men who sacrificed their lives for their country. Smoke filled the now dark gray sky. The ground was filthy, covered in dried blood and dirt. Tears flooded from those who lost their loved ones. The land was exhausted. Although the death of war was over, the scent did not disappear. The people looked depressed. We were alone. What once used to be our happy, young, exciting country was now a torn-down, exhausted strip of land. We had fought, long and hard for what seemed like forever, and we did it. We won. Victory. But as we looked at our home, the country we had fought so proudly for, all we saw was sadness. We were the soldiers. The people who were supposed to save our country. Instead, we destroyed it. WE WON 58