"War, huh, yeah, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing."
These are the opening lyrics to "War" by Edwinn Starr. Indeed, war is not good for anything. War is a drug. Consume by it, and you lose all virtuous facets which separate modern human beings from primitive barbarians. However, without war, there would be no peace. Thus, that is the dilemma portrayed in The Forever War by Dexter Filkins.
Through the eyes of the author, I obtained a small window as to what it must've been like for the military officers overseas. Soldiers my age, leaving their love ones behind, combating an impervious enemy which only seem to multiply with each kill. It could've been me out there. I could only envision in my wildest imagination the courage--with equal levels of fear--bottled within each serviceman. I'm most certain that if the dead could speak, they would advise us to stop the fighting and live life. Undoubtedly, we will join the decease among their ranks one day. Such is the fate of all people.
Love and Peace,
Phai
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