Deep in a war-torn, post-apocalyptic Russian Siberia where the marsh grows deep, the once humble rural life has been mutated into a home-front.
A lone soldier stands tiredly looking back at the ruins of a serf styled shack, once a home for a family before the war but now, an ash pile, a relic telling its own story of humanities own inhumanity.
He stands there, looking back not as us but past us. His ash masked respirator covers his face giving no expression. The only hint of emotion we can see is the red glow of fire that reflects off his visor as if mirroring his thoughts.
Who is this man? In this war what has he lost? By answering to Homeland Security call what’s to gain but a medal on chest and some meaning to his name.
Field of MemoriesQuite honestly, my old life’s memorable reality… I miss as much as a hot days breeze,
I never saw it coming, and nor was I facing the end that threw my life into a whole new feeling.
Looking back, I didn’t stop and thank, nor appreciate the things I did; the people I spoke too with my best mate all seemed so permanently perfect in life’s stalemate. But now I look now, and wonder to the moment that my life changed so I can say how? Never much to be done, when an old life is undone. Just keep the memories and the companies upon a field of plan... to which you can watch, from the back of your brain.
Wittzy Wilhelm 23/08/12
Oh Dear My FriendI'm sorry friend
I don't know what to do
I try so hard
to be a better person to you
I screw up a lot
and I ignore you too
I don't know why
but I love you
you're my best friend
I know we can make it through
let’s make this friendship last
and make it better and true
I know you’re getting sick of me
I'm getting sick of myself too
I don't know how many times
I can say sorry to you
but really I am a fool
to let such a wonderful
friendship break in two
I'm going to push aside the past now
I'm going to be nicer to you
and show what I can do
you're my best friend still
and you're nearly my favourite too
remember the good times and I
know we'll make it through.