The Soldier in Red

July 25, 2009

I was a soldier, i was ordered by my superiors to go to a town to govern, so i went and bought my family with me. I arrived there and found the town to be in a disarray due to the lack of military support, i immediately dispatched request to send for men to help me govern and restore peace and order to this town. I soon found out that there were a lot of bandits roaming around the nearby woods and there was a another faction that was near this town the threatened to take over it by means of force, though i was not sure who they where yet, I remembered taking residence at a mansion located near an open field. I did my job and was able to restore peace and order to this town, i made peace with the local natives and found the bandits to be unreasonable so i didn't have a choice but eradicate them. As soon as security was restored within the borders of the town, i immediately built fortifications because it seems that i was expecting an invasion from the other faction i was talking about earlier. One peaceful morning I went out with five thousand men it seems and went to a fort of some sort to check its status, We passed by the native Indian village where i was very much on good terms with the chief. I went to the fort and found it utterly destroyed. I immediately realized that the invasion has begun and that i was a fool to leave the village with minimal protection, I immediately rushed back to the village along with all my men, running as i remembered it, as fast as we could manage. We arrived just minutes before the opposing faction and I saw them lined up in great battle formation ready to attack the village and i remembered they where all wearing a blue uniform. They where unaware of our presence as we hid ourselves expertly behind the woods. I saw some of our men which was left in the village take up their battle formations valiantly, brave even though greatly outnumbered. As the enemy drew closer so did i give the signal to attack by running first into the heart of the enemy. One by one i managed to stab, slash, shoot people, I saw then that we where winning... But then i woke up. In the dream i was wearing red, but i don't remember exactly what type of uniform it was

A little about me,

I live in a fairly small city, i have never lived anywhere else, i was born and raised here. I am in no way planning to live here the rest of my life though. I can't remember what my parents where like because they broke up when i was a child. Officially they weren't really together. I have lived with relatives since i was a child and cared for by a lot of people, but somehow i never really felt loved. I grew up in an environment where people do things because they are obligated to do it or rather it's what they think should be done as society dictates to them and are afraid to deviate from the norms and risk being ridiculed, they would rather be like zombies than think for themselves. It is much the same throughout our city, Though there are rare people here who posses an exceptionally gifted intellect some of them are my friends. As a child i never really thought about my life, how "different" my situatin was from most people. I finished grade school with no exceptional achievement. I was very ordinary, like most child here and as i grew up, so did my weight increase. As most schools in the world, "fat" is unpopular, so i really had a bad experience during those times, and matters became worst when i was in high school, most of my classmates where the worst kind of kids around. Some are still the worst people around our city to this day. In high school i was always failing my subjects and always went to summer school. The worst of it wall was when i was in my junior years in high school. Where i failed too many subjects and had to repeat everything. I remember those days particularly not because i had to repeat, but because it was the time when everyone here in our house made me fell even worse than i already did. I received no words of comfort from everyone that i thought love me. I would have taken criticism but it was to good for me. They had to treat me like dirt and labeled me as "stupid". The worst of it was the fact that i was forever labeled as incompetent by my own grandmother. For goodness sake, i was only fifteen! I do admit that the fault was all mine, i was lazy with my studies to preoccupied with computers and stuffs. I was never really a smart kid back then, but a little understanding and love would have been nice, i never really thought i would last those times, i never really knew what kept me going. I really felt like it was the end of the world for me, What really bothered me was that how would my parents react to this? Since i was already a candidate for being the black sheep this thing only made it worst. It was only in college that i found out how much my parents never really cared for me at all, but this is another topic which i might or might not post depending on my mood. What happened was i got transferred to a school of "lower standards" according to them. But you know what? It was the best thing that ever happened to me. The school i was transferred into was a great place. It was small compared to my old school and had fewer students and was located at a remote corner of the city, but i had the best time of my life at that place. That place had the most nicest kids I've ever met. People who are up to now, i still consider my friends, but i do have friends from my previous school. I have a lot of great memories at that place, but i will not go into the details of what my experiences where in that school. All i can tell you is that the 2 years i have spent there was simply amazing. Maybe i will be posting some of the things that happened there in my future blog posts, those experiences which i think you and i might learn something from. So before i end this post, i will quote a conversation between sam and frodo from "The Lord of the Rings" which i think can help us all realize how we could pass our darkest moments.

Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.