- Where are you going?
- To the war, dad, I'm going to the war. I was offered to sign a contract at the academy. I know you are not happy. But this is my life and I don't have to repeat your fate. Everything will be different with me.
- You simply do not understand what you are talking about, - the father, resisting with his hands on the armrests of the chair, stood up with effort and went to the window.
Dusk was already beginning on the street. The wind blew the yellowed autumn leaves on the empty street. It looked like someone took a bad photo and messed up the white balance. Everything looked blue and cold, which contrasted sharply with the warm, yellowish light inside the house. The first puddles began to be covered with a thin layer of ice.
- Everything is not as it is described in the films about the war. Even in the bloodiest. There are no heroes there, there are only those who are already dead and the walking dead, - he went into the kitchen without looking at his son and put the kettle on - do you wanna tea?
- Green please... I want to achieve something in life, I want to see the world.
- Well, go to college, finish your education and travel. Do you know what is most terrible about war?
- Dad, I'm sorry for your leg.
- The leg is nothing, - the father waved it off, - over the years I got used to the prosthesis, it even has its advantages - the knee hurts only on one leg, - tapping on the prosthesis on the right leg, he smiled. - The worst thing is that you survive, and a part of you, your dead friends, remains on the battlefield. The emotions you are looking for will not be there. There will be only void. I thought I could fill it with your mothers love, but these wounds can never be fully healed. I woke up every night for three years because of nightmares. Back then we fought for our future. This war is not our business, it is a shame.
- Dad, I've already decided everything, - the son finally sat down at the table and folded his hands, like a schoolar at a desk, - besides, I've already signed up and it's too late to change anything.
- You should have talked to me.
- Dad, I'm already an adult.
- You are 19 years old, - the father said with bitterness in his voice.
- This is no longer the war you know about, the academy prepared us well for...
- War? You do not yet know war. You are a child who has tasted their first autumn frost and called it winter.
They fell silent. For a second it seemed that the house was gravely silent, but then it became clear that the kettle had been whistling all this time, which could not be heard in the midst of the argument.
The father took the teapot off the fire and poured water into the teapot:
- Well, if you have already decided, promise me one thing.
- What?
- You will not be a hero. Heroes die first and are forgotten sooner than you think.
After a short pause, the son said:
- I promise.
It was already dark outside the window. The light from the kitchen illuminated the snowflakes that were slowly swaying in the air. The first snow fell early this year.
BoysenberrySea1724 t1_iy5udg7 wrote
Reply to [WP]"War? You do not yet know war. You are a child who has tasted their first autumn frost and called it winter." by Melkain
- Where are you going?
- To the war, dad, I'm going to the war. I was offered to sign a contract at the academy. I know you are not happy. But this is my life and I don't have to repeat your fate. Everything will be different with me.
- You simply do not understand what you are talking about, - the father, resisting with his hands on the armrests of the chair, stood up with effort and went to the window.
Dusk was already beginning on the street. The wind blew the yellowed autumn leaves on the empty street. It looked like someone took a bad photo and messed up the white balance. Everything looked blue and cold, which contrasted sharply with the warm, yellowish light inside the house. The first puddles began to be covered with a thin layer of ice.
- Everything is not as it is described in the films about the war. Even in the bloodiest. There are no heroes there, there are only those who are already dead and the walking dead, - he went into the kitchen without looking at his son and put the kettle on - do you wanna tea?
- Green please... I want to achieve something in life, I want to see the world.
- Well, go to college, finish your education and travel. Do you know what is most terrible about war?
- Dad, I'm sorry for your leg.
- The leg is nothing, - the father waved it off, - over the years I got used to the prosthesis, it even has its advantages - the knee hurts only on one leg, - tapping on the prosthesis on the right leg, he smiled. - The worst thing is that you survive, and a part of you, your dead friends, remains on the battlefield. The emotions you are looking for will not be there. There will be only void. I thought I could fill it with your mothers love, but these wounds can never be fully healed. I woke up every night for three years because of nightmares. Back then we fought for our future. This war is not our business, it is a shame.
- Dad, I've already decided everything, - the son finally sat down at the table and folded his hands, like a schoolar at a desk, - besides, I've already signed up and it's too late to change anything.
- You should have talked to me.
- Dad, I'm already an adult.
- You are 19 years old, - the father said with bitterness in his voice.
- This is no longer the war you know about, the academy prepared us well for...
- War? You do not yet know war. You are a child who has tasted their first autumn frost and called it winter.
They fell silent. For a second it seemed that the house was gravely silent, but then it became clear that the kettle had been whistling all this time, which could not be heard in the midst of the argument.
The father took the teapot off the fire and poured water into the teapot:
- Well, if you have already decided, promise me one thing.
- What?
- You will not be a hero. Heroes die first and are forgotten sooner than you think.
After a short pause, the son said:
- I promise.
It was already dark outside the window. The light from the kitchen illuminated the snowflakes that were slowly swaying in the air. The first snow fell early this year.