loyal

via Daily Prompt: Loyal

Be careful your loyalty is not misplaced. You might be loyal to the wrong people, or to the wrong things. Your loyalty should not be a prison, where you can’t grow because it might mean having your loyalty questioned. Misplaced loyalty is always full of regrets.

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Hacksaw Ridge

Hacksaw Ridge

What a movie!! Very inspiring and had some real good humour. Spoiler Alert!!

I recently watched this movie and it had quite the impact on me, I must say. So good I had to write about it. I got many things from that movie that I can make use of in my growth in life, and that I’d like to share.

First of all I felt that it was about faith, in the sense that if you truly believe in something stand for what you believe in. It demonstrated conviction(which is in a way a little like being insane if you ask me), and how it makes one unstoppable, passing all obstacles to reach the goal. Magic happens when you don’t give up, even when you want to. The universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart. I also felt the movie was about the realities of war, and being anti-war it really appealed to me. The way young men are drafted to go fight wars that in reality is a business; one that costs human life. And all so a few individuals can have deeper pockets, lined with the blood of innocent men. How after the war a soldier’s life is never the same again, they are scarred for life. Doss snr. lost his friends, became an alcoholic and began beating his wife. That war damages the psyche of many a soldier is quite evident in the world today. Also, choose your partner well. That’s self-explanatory.

Here are some of my favourite quotes from this fantastic film.

 

“I don’t know how I’m going to live with myself if I don’t stay true to what I believe.”

“In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.”

“Most of these men don’t believe the same way you do, but they believe so much in how much you believe.”

“Sgt Howell: I have seen stalks of corn with better physiques. Makes me want to pull an ear off, Private! Can you carry your weight?

Desmond Doss: Yes, Sergeant!

Sgt Howell: It should be easy for you then. Corporal!

Corporal Jessop: Sergeant.

Sgt Howell: Make sure you keep this man away from strong winds.” XD

 

If you haven’t watched this movie and can stand bloody war scenes(felt so real), please watch it, you won’t regret.

via Daily Prompt: Dash
Dash

Rush and dash,

Huff and puff,

Don’t be late,

or you will regret

so many deadlines,

constantly running out of time,

Selling your soul,

Just to be rich

Chasing after a goal

that is always beyond reach.

So dash to your demise

The inevitable conclusion.

Triumph

Triumph

Flag raised. If it were not for the big blood stain, you could see that is was white. It was a make-shift but he didn’t give a shit anymore. He was tired. He never really wanted any of this. He hated every minute of it, but he had made his bed. The people he had killed had done nothing to him. Or his partners.

They just followed orders, and in this parts, their lives depended on it. “Shoot to kill.” Leave no enemy untouched. But whose enemy was it? His country’s probably. Ah, patriotism. He had come to realise it was a disease. He didn’t even know what he, no they were fighting for.

Now, as the shoot-out ended, bodies lay everywhere, and him, the sole survivor on his team, had no more ammunition and no back up. After-all this had just been a routine sweep before leaving for home tomorrow, with the war having been declared a triumph 2 days ago. The sheer irony made him smile. His wife and son would be waiting for him at the base tomorrow. As he thought about them he began to remove the blood stained flag they had used as a bandage when Frankie was shot in the leg 5 minutes ago then in the head as he screamed in pain. Now Frankie lay before him, limp and lifeless another casualty of war.

They had stopped shooting, but he knew they were too many to be all dead. He tied the flag to the barrel of his gun and raised it and waved, hoping they would understand the gesture. Silence. He waved it again. Nothing. They had realised what he was trying to do! Gathering his strength and using his gun as a support, he stood up. At least he might see his son one day, maybe take him to see the new Star Wars movie. He looked up.

They were standing in a line, guns at the ready, waiting for the survivor to show himself. Each of them had lost someone to the war, a war that had nothing to do with them. He could see them, standing there, a stance hardened by the throes of war. If they hadn’t shot him by now, they probably weren’t going to shoot him. He limped over the barricade and raised his hands above his head, as a sign of surrender. They watched him for a while then began to lower their weapons. He couldn’t believe it!

A sudden movement in the top floor window of the 2 storey building to his left caught his eye. It didn’t matter. The bullet hit him before he heard the gunshot. Suddenly he was falling into the blackness. Funny, what was that about the light at the end of the tunnel? The last thing he saw before the darkness consumed him was the general congratulating them on a victorious war. The sniper slowly dismantled his gun, a grim look on his face. He had never had such an easy shot, but he was glad. He pulled out the pendant on his necklace and kissed it as he watched his brother’s killer fall to the ground, in his eyes, a triumph.

 

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via Daily Prompt: Imaginary

“…….As I was passing through this human town I came across a rather interesting scenario. There were loud sounds coming from a sound magnifier, which though they did not interest me, seemed pleasant to listen to by the humans crowded there. Music, they called it. One of the most engrossing things I have ever encountered in my travels. That a simple systematic combination of different sounds can result in something so… unpredictable, and its ability to alter, in my experience, your entire thought process. A thing of extremes, and a diversity unmatched. I can’t describe it enough, really. You just have to experience it.

So in the middle, right in the middle of the crowd, was a lone female moving in such a coordinated fashion which i later understood to be their form of dancing. Quite vigorous for my tastes but a feast for the eyes if you found a sufficiently skilled dancer. Those in the crowd watched intently, following her every move with their eyes and occasionally throwing pieces of metal and coloured paper which apparently were of value…….”

 

~ Observations of an Imaginary Friend