Why I fight
JwonGalt
2011/08/07 00:54:36
was trying something different for once. In essence combining a poem with a "short story".
I would like to give an overview so as not to offend anyone who is very religious. But I have had the good fortune to befriend people of many beliefs and mind sets. Especially in the realm of Conspiracy. So for once i decided to depict the "New World Order" in a different light.
The Movement that I speak of within the story, is a very real movement. An organization of men and women of different backgrounds working together for a New Age for Man. These are the people are against the "Elite", yet do not recognize them at the Illuminati. I wrote this after a conversation of a member of that Movement, a veteran of Vietnam who questioned why he fought, and why people fought. Before my surgery I wanted to Join the Marine Corps, and this conversation finally made me wonder "What Do I, Jwon fight for?" I found the answer.
This is dedicated to him, and any person who "fights for the day they no longer have to fight.
And again, I apologize if this is a touchy subject for anyone.
I present to you the short story "Why I fight":
Year:2060
Place: Museum of the Old World Order (historically known as “The White House”)
Archive: The War of Atlas
Description: In the midst of international turmoil, Militant Abrahamists from all over the world, finally covered their hatred for one another and waged a war of intolerance against the populace. In the streets of Jerusalem Orthodox Jews and Islam fought together against the Israeli government, ally to “The Great Satan”
In The Streets of America homosexuals are being stripped and hung. Philosophers were being burned alive, Books in the schools and libraries torn to pieces. As a devout Catholic, the President aided them, using emergency powers that turned The Land Of the Free, into a dictatorship. And made himself King, by divine right.
Within months, the chaos that stemmed from America and Israel spilled into Africa, Asia, Europe, South America., the world. Brother turned against brother, sons against father, lovers into enemies. Many thought that this would be swift and decisive. But it was not. Because in the midst of millions of waging war, there were 500. 500 people in the entire world that prepared for such a time. 500 people spread throughout the world, but united in one common cause: The Movement.
Philosophers and soldiers, artists, students, followers of Jesus, Buddhists, Free Masons, followers of Muhammad, and King Solomon, the rich and the poor. A collection of individuals indivisible in one goal: The New World Order. Each with their own message: to end the war. Their ideas spread like wild fire, and eventually they fought back, first by guerilla warfare, and finally open warfare.
In the cotton fields of Georgia, In the Sands of Egypt, the Cold of Russia, the masterpiece of Paris. For seven years they fought. For 7 years people on both sides faced unimaginable horror.
This is a historical document found amongst the ruins of the "Oval office". Written by someone who, in an earlier time of peace, could have been a poetic philosopher. All we know was that they were a member of the Revanchists, who were pivotal in the retaking of D.C. in the combined assault on the capitals of the Old World Order, that historians would later name “The Battle of Armageddon”. This is all that is left of the man who we call “The Warrior Scholar”
Date: September 24,2019
Entry 67
It has been seven years
Seven years filled with horror and tears
Seven years witnessing my darkest fears
Yesterday, I went to knees to pray
Next to the bed of a friend filled with lead
Knowing his life hung by a thread
I prayed not for him to find his Christ in Death
Only for him to find
Peace
The Abrahamist Alliance has marshaled their forces at Washington
I remember the last time I walked those streets
The Inauguration of the first African American President
Even his assassination did not leave a dent
It was so cold
Not as cold as it is now
How could such a beautiful flash create so much ash?
I will probably die tomorrow
But at least my wife and child will be safe
I wish I could have seen him grow
To watch him fall low
Just so I can see him rise back up in triumph
But alas I am here on my knees
Praying
For the first time in ten years
It has been in honor to serve with these men and women
The best brethren any man can hope to have
Family is more than blood line
And together oh we can make the darkness shine
We all fight for different things for the same reasons
Asha, who wants every potential mother to have the right to choose
Kayel, who just wants his families life to run so smooth
And oh there are many more.
Atleast 4 score
Trained by me all
All about to fall
In combat
I can feel it
Tomorrow things will change for everyone
We all have our reasons for fighting
I went to school to be a teacher
And went to war and found my gnosis
Oh the joys of combat
The rush and adrenaline
It was so addicting
And I was
Unrelenting
So much was lost
We paid a terrible cost
Instead of living we were killing
For what?
Freedom?
Choice?
The use of our voice?
I have seen so many of my friends go to their death
Watched as they breathed their final breath
But tomorrow it will all end
Whether we live or die
It will all end
Either way my son will have a future
But I know not if it will be in life
Or in death
I no longer feel hatred for my enemy
Instead I hate what I see around me
Bullet marks in schools
Unmarked graves
Yet one sight that saves my heart
The eyes of the freed slaves.
The eyes of those who finally
Have a reason to smile
This is our final mile to D.C.
I will see the capital of our once great nation
One more time
As I look around at my men and women I feel at peace
At last I feel at peace
We who were never afraid to live
Were finally at peace to meet death.
Maybe our cause is lost
But maybe if one person can read this
My last will and testament
Of a warrior scholar
Maybe it wont be.
It matters not if the enemy sees this
Let them read it
Let them know that I was a monster
A terrible monster who fought against corruption and tyranny
If I live through this battle, I will go home
I will leave the leadership of the revanchists to Kayel
And take back my old name
If I can remember
They call me Revan
Like the last one
I am a warrior scholar
Where people fight for freedom
Where people fight for choice
Where people fight for the right to use their voice
I fight for the day when I no longer have to teach another man to kill
I fight for the day when I no longer have to teach another man to torture another.
I fight for the day, when I no longer have to fight
A day where I can sit next to the candle with my children and grandchildren
And teach them about the only thing that matters in this world.
Instead of the death of the Gods
I will teach them…
What was it I was going to teach?
Ah yes.
I will teach them
How to love life
And never fear death.
If you are reading this.
You are not my enemy
And if you were the one that killed me
I have already forgiven you.
It is time for me to get my comrades up
It is now One a.m. and it is time to attack
To fight
And Die
It is September 25th today,
Wow.
I just realiized that today is my
This is all that is left of the journal entry found in the oval office at the end of the Battle of Armageddon
The Revanchists we found were named after a group of Jedi Knights in a fictional series known as “Star wars”. They were lead by the their leader Revan. It would seem that they tried to emulate them, for every leader was known as “Revan”, so as to confuse their enemy. They were one of the first of the R faction of the Movement to start the fight.
We do not know their names.
We do not know who they were
All we know is that they gave their lives to open up the capital for the rest of the North American Movement to take control of Washington.
All We know is that they fought the royal guard and the King of America himself and killed them
All we know is that there were no survivors of the Revanchist militia.
That we found.
Because of these brave men and women, the monarchies are at an end.
And the New World Government became known as the "Continental Federation".
The fight may be over. But life has only just begun
-Jwon
"There are only two powers in this world, the sword and the spirit ... in the long run the sword is always beaten by the spirit. "- Napoleon I of France
I would like to give an overview so as not to offend anyone who is very religious. But I have had the good fortune to befriend people of many beliefs and mind sets. Especially in the realm of Conspiracy. So for once i decided to depict the "New World Order" in a different light.
The Movement that I speak of within the story, is a very real movement. An organization of men and women of different backgrounds working together for a New Age for Man. These are the people are against the "Elite", yet do not recognize them at the Illuminati. I wrote this after a conversation of a member of that Movement, a veteran of Vietnam who questioned why he fought, and why people fought. Before my surgery I wanted to Join the Marine Corps, and this conversation finally made me wonder "What Do I, Jwon fight for?" I found the answer.
This is dedicated to him, and any person who "fights for the day they no longer have to fight.
And again, I apologize if this is a touchy subject for anyone.
I present to you the short story "Why I fight":
Year:2060
Place: Museum of the Old World Order (historically known as “The White House”)
Archive: The War of Atlas
Description: In the midst of international turmoil, Militant Abrahamists from all over the world, finally covered their hatred for one another and waged a war of intolerance against the populace. In the streets of Jerusalem Orthodox Jews and Islam fought together against the Israeli government, ally to “The Great Satan”
In The Streets of America homosexuals are being stripped and hung. Philosophers were being burned alive, Books in the schools and libraries torn to pieces. As a devout Catholic, the President aided them, using emergency powers that turned The Land Of the Free, into a dictatorship. And made himself King, by divine right.
Within months, the chaos that stemmed from America and Israel spilled into Africa, Asia, Europe, South America., the world. Brother turned against brother, sons against father, lovers into enemies. Many thought that this would be swift and decisive. But it was not. Because in the midst of millions of waging war, there were 500. 500 people in the entire world that prepared for such a time. 500 people spread throughout the world, but united in one common cause: The Movement.
Philosophers and soldiers, artists, students, followers of Jesus, Buddhists, Free Masons, followers of Muhammad, and King Solomon, the rich and the poor. A collection of individuals indivisible in one goal: The New World Order. Each with their own message: to end the war. Their ideas spread like wild fire, and eventually they fought back, first by guerilla warfare, and finally open warfare.
In the cotton fields of Georgia, In the Sands of Egypt, the Cold of Russia, the masterpiece of Paris. For seven years they fought. For 7 years people on both sides faced unimaginable horror.
This is a historical document found amongst the ruins of the "Oval office". Written by someone who, in an earlier time of peace, could have been a poetic philosopher. All we know was that they were a member of the Revanchists, who were pivotal in the retaking of D.C. in the combined assault on the capitals of the Old World Order, that historians would later name “The Battle of Armageddon”. This is all that is left of the man who we call “The Warrior Scholar”
Date: September 24,2019
Entry 67
It has been seven years
Seven years filled with horror and tears
Seven years witnessing my darkest fears
Yesterday, I went to knees to pray
Next to the bed of a friend filled with lead
Knowing his life hung by a thread
I prayed not for him to find his Christ in Death
Only for him to find
Peace
The Abrahamist Alliance has marshaled their forces at Washington
I remember the last time I walked those streets
The Inauguration of the first African American President
Even his assassination did not leave a dent
It was so cold
Not as cold as it is now
How could such a beautiful flash create so much ash?
I will probably die tomorrow
But at least my wife and child will be safe
I wish I could have seen him grow
To watch him fall low
Just so I can see him rise back up in triumph
But alas I am here on my knees
Praying
For the first time in ten years
It has been in honor to serve with these men and women
The best brethren any man can hope to have
Family is more than blood line
And together oh we can make the darkness shine
We all fight for different things for the same reasons
Asha, who wants every potential mother to have the right to choose
Kayel, who just wants his families life to run so smooth
And oh there are many more.
Atleast 4 score
Trained by me all
All about to fall
In combat
I can feel it
Tomorrow things will change for everyone
We all have our reasons for fighting
I went to school to be a teacher
And went to war and found my gnosis
Oh the joys of combat
The rush and adrenaline
It was so addicting
And I was
Unrelenting
So much was lost
We paid a terrible cost
Instead of living we were killing
For what?
Freedom?
Choice?
The use of our voice?
I have seen so many of my friends go to their death
Watched as they breathed their final breath
But tomorrow it will all end
Whether we live or die
It will all end
Either way my son will have a future
But I know not if it will be in life
Or in death
I no longer feel hatred for my enemy
Instead I hate what I see around me
Bullet marks in schools
Unmarked graves
Yet one sight that saves my heart
The eyes of the freed slaves.
The eyes of those who finally
Have a reason to smile
This is our final mile to D.C.
I will see the capital of our once great nation
One more time
As I look around at my men and women I feel at peace
At last I feel at peace
We who were never afraid to live
Were finally at peace to meet death.
Maybe our cause is lost
But maybe if one person can read this
My last will and testament
Of a warrior scholar
Maybe it wont be.
It matters not if the enemy sees this
Let them read it
Let them know that I was a monster
A terrible monster who fought against corruption and tyranny
If I live through this battle, I will go home
I will leave the leadership of the revanchists to Kayel
And take back my old name
If I can remember
They call me Revan
Like the last one
I am a warrior scholar
Where people fight for freedom
Where people fight for choice
Where people fight for the right to use their voice
I fight for the day when I no longer have to teach another man to kill
I fight for the day when I no longer have to teach another man to torture another.
I fight for the day, when I no longer have to fight
A day where I can sit next to the candle with my children and grandchildren
And teach them about the only thing that matters in this world.
Instead of the death of the Gods
I will teach them…
What was it I was going to teach?
Ah yes.
I will teach them
How to love life
And never fear death.
If you are reading this.
You are not my enemy
And if you were the one that killed me
I have already forgiven you.
It is time for me to get my comrades up
It is now One a.m. and it is time to attack
To fight
And Die
It is September 25th today,
Wow.
I just realiized that today is my
This is all that is left of the journal entry found in the oval office at the end of the Battle of Armageddon
The Revanchists we found were named after a group of Jedi Knights in a fictional series known as “Star wars”. They were lead by the their leader Revan. It would seem that they tried to emulate them, for every leader was known as “Revan”, so as to confuse their enemy. They were one of the first of the R faction of the Movement to start the fight.
We do not know their names.
We do not know who they were
All we know is that they gave their lives to open up the capital for the rest of the North American Movement to take control of Washington.
All We know is that they fought the royal guard and the King of America himself and killed them
All we know is that there were no survivors of the Revanchist militia.
That we found.
Because of these brave men and women, the monarchies are at an end.
And the New World Government became known as the "Continental Federation".
The fight may be over. But life has only just begun
-Jwon
"There are only two powers in this world, the sword and the spirit ... in the long run the sword is always beaten by the spirit. "- Napoleon I of France
Hints of Orson Scott Card, nice references to Abraham Lincoln and the Civil War, was that intentional? Kind of gloomy look at a near future post Apocalyptic USA, but okay so far as it goes, some hints of a future. Fells like an opening to a novella, maybe one where you flashback to 2012 and the aforementioned assasination?
Since even with the debt we are currently in, the United States still has one of the largest standing militaries, so in a war that could possibly happen, it would make sense in my eyes if the person who controls America, can have a strategic advantage in a global war.
It is my "Alternate reality" of the war mentioned in Revelations