The view hasn't changed.
Intense blue skies, mammoth canyons, gigantic boulders.
Serene, chaotic, grandiose.
We were kids, eight, the first time we came here.
My twin sister Iris, my mother and I.
That was fifteen, long, bloody years ago.
On a day like today, nobody deserves to die.
The camp's only a half mile back, not that far.
Alone with my thoughts, a world away.
It's quite easy to forget that you're fighting a war.
The marauders came without warning.
Attacked with a vengeance, without mercy.
Confusion, terror, panic, scrambling in the dark.
Tripping over our feet and an occasional dead body.
They vanished at sunrise, as the fires consumed our farms.
I found her an hour later. My mother. Iris dead at her side.
Savagely beaten, barely recognizable, she died in my arms.
Today could be the beginning of the end.
Peace, peace, peace.
It's on everybody's lips lately.
Especially the politicians.
Stop the bloodshed they're saying, forgive the
enemy, make him your friend.
The pain, my loss, my anguish, my thirst for vengeance.
These are things I simply cannot dismiss.
Time heals everything and nothing at all.
I don't want no peace. I crave justice.
Two days ago we surrounded this village.
Two hundred and twenty seven souls.
Mostly women, children and old men.
My warriors are getting restless, eager to rape and pillage.
There's a ceasefire in progress, the news came in last night.
They're like my brothers, it's my duty to tell them.
We've been directed to leave, there must be no fight.
The view hasn't changed.
Intense blue skies, mammoth canyons, gigantic boulders.
Serene, chaotic, grandiose.
We were kids, eight, the first time we came here.
My twin sister Iris, my mother and I.
That was fifteen, long, bloody years ago.
On a day like today, nobody deserves to die.
The sun is preparing for bed, as I return to camp
Shadows popping up everywhere.
The horizon ablaze, huge patches of gold and red.
A lone rider comes out to meet me.
It's the second in my command, my cousin Jabbar.
What's the word captain?
Kill them all soldier, we're still at war.
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