THE TALE

We are watching war. Watching war as a thriller. Watching and consuming. But we dont see actors behind. We don’t see names behind. Their faces. Their names. They became just “heroes”. The mass behind. Crowd. Bulk.

We treat them as heroes.

Not as human beings. Not as human beings with their proper needs. We stopped to think about them as of a family father. Or - a husband. Son. Grandson. As of somebody, who adores italien furniture. Who likes pistaccio-ice-cream. Or - fishing…

We only see solders in them. Solders have to fight. Not - to live. Not - to have their own needs. Feelings. Fears. We tell them: “Iron Warrior”. And don’t want to know, that he has cold feets. Or - that he can’t anymore. Iron Warrior has to fight. Has to be strong. Even under the missiles-rain.

And still. There are people. THEY ARE PEOPLE . People, behind the scenes of this captivating thriller, named WAR. People. Behind. The. War.

Every thriller has actors, proper listed with their names in it. But why we don’t see the names of the warriors? They HAVE names. They HAVE surnames.

Everybody in their life needs a witness, needs somebody, who will witness their life, their being. Their existence.

I’m witnessing their lives. They - mine.

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Yesterday they called me. Another of my GIANTS is gone.

And another.

And one more.

Valhalla took them. For you, for the rest of the world this gona be only next number of statistics. For me - MY GIANTS.

MY MEN. MY GIANTS. MY HEROES.
#24hoursatwar