A sad piece about the cycle of war and peace.
WWII France
"Quatre, you're going to be OK."
Quatre opened his eyes to see fellow soldier Trowa Barton leaning over him patching up his wound in his chest. Luckily, the foxhole they was dry. "A sniper must've hit me."
"Yes, you didn't have to come to this country to fight."
"I felt I had to. I felt that this was a fight I had to fight."
"I see." He had finished bandaging the wound. "The medic will be here soon."
"Trowa."
"Yes."
"Tell me again about the lions at your circus."
Trowa smiled.
WWII Pacific
"Father Maxwell."
Duo smlied at the sailors, but in his heart he couldn't help feeling he didn't deserve that name. How could he when he prayed everyday for the safety of one of the enemy, someone he hadn't seen in years. He had known this person for a short time in China before the war. His name was Heero Yuy.
Ever since he left China, he had been hoping one day to see him again. In fact that had been his prayer everyday even though he knew that the God he prayed to, believed in, would frown on the reason why he wanted to see him again. He sighed, then he heard the alarm go off. The ship was under attack.
He saw a kamikaze heading right for the ship. For some reason, he knew that the pilot was Heero Yuy.
An explosion ripped through the ship, killing him and the pilot instantly.
The ways of God are mysterious and dark.
WWII China
Wufei's wife Meiran had disappeared to join with Mao Zedong's peasant army. I don't understand it, thought Wufei. Why would she leave her life of privelege behind? Surely, I wasn't such a bad husband.
The letter she had written him told him that it wasn't him, that for her it was for justice. Justice, he thought, what is that?
He looked for her, but never found her. Even after he fled with the Nationalists to Taiwan after Mao had taken over, he still thought of her. Even after he married Sally Po, he still wanted to know.
When he finally got a letter from a friend, decades later, that told him that she had died during the Cultural Revolution because she wouldn't denounce him; he wept. She had been destroyed by the very justice she sought.
The End
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