Kristian's Battle
This story is a story of friendship and brotherhood between me and my comrades in the War of Independence, in the face of the huge numbers and firepower of the Confederates, written in blood and sweat.
Remembering those who lost their lives in the service of their country, and those who were crippled for life because of the war, the war, though long over, still brings us painful memories. Not only for our side, but for the enemy as well. Especially the billions on the colonial satellites and on Earth who were killed in the one-week war and the battle for the fall of the colonial satellites.
It was the common sin of our self-protecting people, and we can't blame it on the ruling Sabians who were running a dictatorship at the time and say that we were completely blameless.
The Confederates who died at the hands of me and my comrades were not a pile of rotten wood to be destroyed, perhaps to the Confederate hierarchy. But after fighting the Confederate soldiers to the death, we can no longer deny that they were flesh and blood, with wives and children, who could fear, who had ambition, who had backbone, who were living, breathing human beings.
Hopefully, after a war that halved the human race, we will not forget how important peace is to us.
KhanJon · Sci-fi
