The war planes flew low, pounding everything below. Barely escaping, I rushed to a bombed house.
A man lay on the floor, bleeding from several wounds. I recognized him as the guy who had supported the war, justifying the destruction of the small enemy country. But it had not happened so. Even after months, the war continued, and the enemy got help from many countries. Now, it had started bombing the bigger enemy.
"Go to the basement and lie face down," he told me. About to die, he managed to mumble, "I was wrong. Peace is always preferable."
A man lay on the floor, bleeding from several wounds. I recognized him as the guy who had supported the war, justifying the destruction of the small enemy country. But it had not happened so. Even after months, the war continued, and the enemy got help from many countries. Now, it had started bombing the bigger enemy.
"Go to the basement and lie face down," he told me. About to die, he managed to mumble, "I was wrong. Peace is always preferable."
