Reflections from the front

Day 1,095, 21:16 Published in Japan Japan by Sophia Forrester

When I look out upon the world and see the German mountains covered with Polish pink, Swedish blue, and Italian teal, I can almost doubt that we fight for a good cause, that our Righteous Nation is anything but hypocrisy, that our brotherhood has been made into merely a tool of the conquerors.

Then I step outside and breathe the fresh air. Or, as the case may be, the smoky air of the Connecticut battlefield.

Truth is not as clear-cut as my mind wants to make it, but the heart knows truth when it feels it. Tonight, here in Ireland, I fight to defend.

Blessings to all who read. Am I using my musings to teach folly or wisdom? Amusing not to know.