It was really strange. How one could fall into a dark pit called war and still keep a smile and share a laugh. It was strange how one conflict could divide nations.
How one turmoil can tear apart ones life. It was all strange to us. But not to them. They were the ones that knew more about the war than, perhaps, about themselves.
They faced it everyday of their working life. But one thing that was strange for them was the level of patience that their family had when a sudden duty call was heard.
Peace was a strange thing for them to see. So whenever it came, it was grabbed and held close for as long as possible.
Strange is the behaviour of the minority who mock them and disrespect them. Strange, are the ones who watch from the sidelines as the mockery unfolds and join in. For those I have one message.
They fought for us, so why do we not fight for them? Why do we not stand up for them like they stood up for us? War comes to us at the least expected moment.
Perhaps when we are just sitting with our family and a bomb drops down nearby.
Or when we walk the streets not expecting the rain of bullets that suddenly appear, pelting the ground with fear and destruction.
We cannot stop it from happening but we can stop some of the destruction. Simply by offering a helping hand or a warm smile to a passerby who is struck by misery and pain.
We can make way for the soldiers that come to fight for us. We need to make our voices heard because alone we may not be able to do much. But united together, we can be unstoppable.
So raise your voices high and let your enemy, war, hear it. United we stand, together side by side. You may knock us down to the floor. But I swear we'll rise up stronger than before.
And when we do, you better watch your back. We'll take back our home that you took from us. We will heal the hearts that you have broke.
We may not bring back the people that we lost, but we will bring back what is rightfully ours. Freedom.