The agony of war

       Have you ever wondered what state of mind do the people deeply involved in a war are before and after? Though we hardly have wars now, are we away from it? Are we just at peace because we were born in a pleasant decade? When we see it through their eyes, we don't conclude the same.
        You don't have much to look around after a battle. Or I should frame it this way, there are not many things you like to see after a battle. Winning or losing are just consolations for what one has lost. It doesn't matter much when you look at the mayhem the battle left behind. Rottening body parts scattered here and there, the mud, which has attained a wet red form, is there all around your shoes, your body, your armour; the cries of men, some of joy, all of agony. The only water you get to clean yourself or to drink has got blood mixed in it.
        Just before the battle, the soldiers look at the flag and salute it from the heart, as it be the last. They see their brothers, each man standing beside them, for they know this that the next moment, either he, or the next soldier, or both would be dead. They would hold the pictures, mementoes of their loved ones, and tell them how much they love them.
        After the battle, they never are left with benefits in life. The wars they win, are forgotten by those for whom they win. Today, when we see the country rot like the harvest left unattended, attacked by rodents and turned into hazardous junk, I feel ashamed. Is this for what our brothers gave up their lives? I never got a satisfying answer."