Civil War: Conscription

Civil War
Title: Conscription
“War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over."
-General William Tecumseh Sherman-

July 2, 1863
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

The sun poured over the mourning sky as it spewed out illustrious hues of yellow and orange that seemed to be speckled with distant red, none were as luminescent as the crimson that pooled above ground. The scent was a pungent odor of regret and worry of what day break would bring them. Each man slept in camp, each man wept within, each man died in some way. Many a man were left bare upon the field, they slept in tranquil slumber. Beautiful stories would be told of them and honorable yells would be played upon the trumpets of the angels. Jadoa stood out among the scene, a ghost stepping through time. His face was smothered with spam and his eyes were reddened by tears. Jason’s clothes were in tatters and one could see through the man without focus or the occasional blink.

Jadoa wandered aimlessly about the fallen and he himself could not speak, he could only gaze at the casualties before him. The first body he stopped and took notice on was that of Shawn, his face was the flavor of the forgotten and his pupils were wide; looking into the infinite hole that was existence. Malakai had be a worthy combatant but still the ground needed to feed and he became another lamb upon the doorstep. Jason pushed forward as the puddles of life sloshed and splashed about, each movement pushed forth by aggression. Not the aggression of a lesser victory but of the truth that no victory could ever truly be had.

Then, upon the stained grounds was a man much more familiar to Jadoa. The body was separated from itself and the tomb of this man was that he would never be gazed upon as one being again. It was not human in the sense that the remains resembled a multitude and though one could place two faces upon the expressions of hate. One could never be sure just exactly what was the cause but only that the body lay, still writhing, in agony. Torn from itself, it gnawed upon the second have with teeth loaded with venom. Jason took a step back from the horrifying nightmare that he stood before and seemed to bow his head at the sight.

Into the clearing Jadoa went, his ghostly form fading ever faster into the dust of another day. A little farther and he would be amidst the glory he had sought with blood and sweat but it was not found through such frivolous activities. Ignorance had led him through the soil of another mans garden and ignorance would slay one more before it would succeed and fall in line. He tripped and before him he saw the man, it was Jason Jadoa. He was lying face first in a pool of his own ignorance, this had not been his war but only a battle to endure. Jason then heard something and in the distance he could see a man moving away with gun in arms. Alex Sean.

Effigy

This had not been my war, but that of two men who wish only to use such brooding from others in hopes of dividing themselves. I had been blind to this but through another’s eyes I can now see that which is truth. Alex and I are meant to find one another amidst the circle of this endless war but it was not our time, is not our time. The day will be an Epic that will rival tales of long since passed and no concern for the foolish feud of two brethren will slow my efforts.

But though I did not seek this battle, it is this battle that did find me. I will stand next to a man that is only half of his former truth and you with the other and we will be apart of their chaos. If our heads shall meet among the battlefield, not in haste, but in patience, then you will find your truth Alex. The days are counting down and each day that we only taunt is another day lost to us. So I will not taunt you at Civil War and nor will I seek you but I promise I will not let myself lose to you.