we visited this memorial when we reached Fremantle on Sunday morning. God to be frank i was seriously in the mood, though we didnt spent that much time there. I was almost in tears but i held it up because i got to save my pride. These warriors i might say, they died for what they believed in, kicking Hitler and his army's ass and fought for their loved ones and for themselves. These values : honour, pride, loyalty, brotherhood and patriotism. These was what brought themselves together. Putting their diffrences aside and fight for a common cause and their beliefs. I considered them as patriots, because they died fighting in the war, defending their country, race, religion and culture and their people and bring honour to the country. In my opinion, a patriot is one who fights for what he believed in; although he realises that he may risk his life while fighting for it and bring honour to his family, people and country.
well i wrote this short story in memory of those who died in the WW1, WW2, The Cold War, Vietnam war, the Korean war and the Russian Civil War and other wars that the country is invoved. Civilian or citizen soldiers......this is for all of you:
at last i got the chance to relax and put my guard down a little, a little confident that the situation is safe...for now...well i got to take this chance to rest or i will have to rest forever and never wake up from this long sleep. i tried to close my eyes but the fear of being killed made me to be very vigilant. i cant sleep, my eyes were looking around as i recalled from the fierce battle i had. the number of casualties were too high excluding the injured. we were shortage for food and ammunition and i overheard my higher authorities that another wave of attack is coming our way. i gazed into my other comrade's beady eyes, each one of those showed despair, disappointment and hopelessness. for the first time i am no longer afraid of Death, i wonder what happen to me after i die? will i necessarily go to Heaven just because i fought a war? my father once said that a warrior who goes on a crusade will step on the footsteps of Heaven and will get to meet Him. i was quite confused, and who is the enemy actually? which party was right in the war and who is actually fighting for the right cause. from what i see, during the battle people just kill people and there is only bloodshed and screamings, explosions and gunshots have become a song in my ears and unconscious bodies lying around the body have become a beautiful scenery of the park around the corner of my neighbourhood in my eyes....well if it is still there. what is life? why does God give life to Man? do they really deserve to live, by looking at what they did in their life?i wonder...
i drank my last cup of my favourite organic green tea, probably the last cup in my life. i talked to my comrades and tried to make them happy and forget of the sufferings they had during the previous battles. again i asked myself, 'what am i fighting for?', is it true that i fought for the honour of my country like i used to say before going to war? what am i fighting for? i spent probably the last moments of my life wondering...is it for my homour, people,culture and religion...or just a matter of keeping alive and avenging Her death..it breaks my heart to see her die like that...i loved her and i promised myself that i would protect her with my life, now that she is gone, all that is left inside me is now sorrow, anger, revenge and loneliness.'BANG!!!!' i heard an explosion and gunshots, in a matter of seconds Death had claimed the lives of all of my comrades and my officers, i was alone in this losing battle. i was terrified and prayed hard...god give me strength....suddenly i recalled what my garndfather had told me..."we are patriots....we are those warriors who fought for what they believed in and died for it. we are those kind of warriors who dont mind going to heaven but will always fight for what we believed in. honour, pride, integrity, race, culture and religion. we are those kind of warriors who dont care where we will end up when we fight for what we believed in!!"..
god have granted me strength to fight my fears and overcome my obstacles. the fire in my heart had become bigger and i can feel the heat around my body. the fighting spirit inside me is as hot as the burning inferno. i gripped my sabre real hard. i dashed towards the enemy, darwing my sword at the same time as i shouted 'GOD IS GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
