The War

Was trying to contain myself the whole day.
Everything seems to be against us / me / whatever.
Probably it was the dizzy spells and pains acting up on me.
Probably i was just tired.

Sitting outside, listening to the blasting brasses.
Did my rounds at the containers looking out for the woodwinds.
i donno, there was just something disturbing.

Morning there was already a battle. had to pull someone else with me to make sure i was still standing at the end of it. And sure enough, before the hobbits turned horrible, i was summoned to the office. Lucky someone else was also around for this second round of battling.

sigh.

i'm looking at soldiers going for war and the hq just refuses to give them time to rest and expect them to fight while carrying bags of rice, and tells them... u need these rice, they are good for u. And so the soldiers fight, with bags of rice on them. What fears me most is that they not only lose their rice, they lose their lives too. For their love and commitment.

i happened to be the general receiving orders from the hq and i swear i listen to my soldiers.
i listened while i receive orders.
i execute orders while i listen.
sometimes i will tell the soldiers to put down the bags of rice they have temporarily.
Rest and then u will have energy to fight the war, i said.
I rather eat the rice now, cos they are going to force me to eat anyway.
Those were the words i heard.

The words, slashed through me, just like my own swords coming back at me.
I looked at each and everyone of the soldiers, they were staring back and said, how?
How do we carry the rice now?