In the times of death before dishonour.

 
"What is war?" asked my History teacher,in class,today..looking at us meaningfully.
After a class spent building trenches with school bags,to give the classroom a warlike atmosphere,our laughter had dissipated as we began to discuss the adversities of living through times of war.
"Seventeen and dead.Said one last goodbye to his parents.A young soldier who fought for his nation's pride."
It is so easy,today.To be seventeen and sit in a classroom,talking about war as an absolute waste of time,as they all ended in peace treaties and uneccesary deaths.
To be fortunate enough to study this tragedy of the times gone by as fact as students of History.
To be young enough to build make-belief trenches and rifles with pencil cases and laugh about it.
Oh,what a blessed time to live in.