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Monday, May 11, 2009

Fear

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I can't...I will not do this to one of my countrymen. An enemy of the state is one thing, an invader or a greed filled dictator who lusts after my country...This I can do.

This civil war has already cost the lives of close friends at the hands of fellow citizens...I won't take part in this genocide. I will join the firing line before I kill my own.

Dan Felstead

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9 comments:

Dan Felstead said...
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Dan Felstead said...

I can't...I will not do this to one of my countrymen. An enemy of the state is one thing, an invader or a greed filled dictator who lusts after my country...This I can do.

This civil war has already cost the lives of close friends at the hands of fellow citizens...I won't take part in this genocide. I will join the firing line before I kill my own.

Dan

Dani said...

I bit into the caramel apple and felt it stick to my teeth. I rubbed it with my tongue to help it dissolve. All around me was the sound of laughter and joy. The festivities were so exciting! I was filled with bliss as the bright colors around me seemed to be brighter today in the sunshine. Today was a day of celebration! I waved my miniature flag in patriotic loyalty and looked around to find my dad.

Suddenly all the colors around me blurred together. All the sounds became dull and muted. Before me I could see the tip of a gun extended from within a man's coat. It seemed everything else around me was out of focus and I could see nothing but it.

They are here.

But as the explosive sounds began, my breath was gone. I felt so faint. The colors whirling around me suddenly went dark as my body hit the pavement and my caramel apple rolled from my fingertips and away.

Dan Felstead said...

Dani...
Awesome how you so abruptly changed the mood of the piece from happiness to sheer terror in just a few sentences!

Dan

For blue skies. said...

Fear of losing a friend.
Of the past colliding with the present.
Fear of being forgotten.
of forgetting.

cagrowngirl said...

Fear of a gun in front of my face makes me thankful that I do not live in a police state
When I went to visit an unnamed country, I noticed it was a police state
My fear is heighten by gun fire not at me but at others and being killed by friendly fire
Friendly fire that's there is an oxymoron if I ever did hear it out loud
Guns are not to be played with or carried casually around
I shall kindly step away from the gun
I shall not look back

Wildspirit said...

Man's inhumanity to man, up close and personal. Poignant, touching and all too real. How does one cope with aggression, by buying a gun to shoot back? What moral message do you read in this fantastic photo? Forget about 'Geronimo!' and 'Remember the Maine,' and 'Remember Pearl Harbor,' and 'Remember 9/11'...how do we stop the genocide?

SSQuo said...

Sitting idly me

The sun in splendor warming..

Then, the chill returned

Simply Heather said...

Sorry, LJ - but I cannot bring myself to even look upon this one. It sickens me, brings fear to my heart for anyone at either end of this gun.