The alarm went off. The mothers and children were screaming. The walls were shaking. People flooded the room and crowds of people huddled in the small room....
This was one of the many warps that Peter had undergone. Time and Place seemed to have merged in the world that he lived in. No longer could he diffrentiate between the past the present or home and away. By living in another dimension he allowed himself to undergo continous warps that brought him to a multitude of places, scenes and times. But during each of these warps, it seemed intentional that there was something for Peter to understand and learn. He gained perspective.
In the middle of the crowd, Peter looked around anxiously looking for room to breath. But as he looked around, he noticed that as the walls shook, people huddled together crying and praying hoping it would all end. From above bombs were dropped by pilots only 18 years of age. As these children flew their planes they feared for their own lives, praying and hoping they too wouldn't die on that night. A few years from now when these pilots would look back to the war, they wouldn't know what happened to those bombs after they reached their destination. War wasn't a video game or a red versus blue game. There was no side, right and wrong merged into a stew that had spices and flavours that were indistinguishable and the same. The people who died in the war were normal average day citizens who had to pay the expense of hate and ignorance. As each side propagated hate and contempt for the other side to their people, citizens didn't take the time to understand what truly was going on over the areas where the enemy lay. When Peter looked around, he understood he was behind enemy lines in a cellar deep underneath the ground. The strong scent of cabbage was intoxicating however the sense of death was imminent. It occured to him that this was a lesson to be learned, war grips people in such a way that is indescribable to those who haven't experienced it. He for the first time experienced how German citizens felt during the bombing of Dresden in the year of 1945.
This was one of the many warps that Peter had undergone. Time and Place seemed to have merged in the world that he lived in. No longer could he diffrentiate between the past the present or home and away. By living in another dimension he allowed himself to undergo continous warps that brought him to a multitude of places, scenes and times. But during each of these warps, it seemed intentional that there was something for Peter to understand and learn. He gained perspective.
In the middle of the crowd, Peter looked around anxiously looking for room to breath. But as he looked around, he noticed that as the walls shook, people huddled together crying and praying hoping it would all end. From above bombs were dropped by pilots only 18 years of age. As these children flew their planes they feared for their own lives, praying and hoping they too wouldn't die on that night. A few years from now when these pilots would look back to the war, they wouldn't know what happened to those bombs after they reached their destination. War wasn't a video game or a red versus blue game. There was no side, right and wrong merged into a stew that had spices and flavours that were indistinguishable and the same. The people who died in the war were normal average day citizens who had to pay the expense of hate and ignorance. As each side propagated hate and contempt for the other side to their people, citizens didn't take the time to understand what truly was going on over the areas where the enemy lay. When Peter looked around, he understood he was behind enemy lines in a cellar deep underneath the ground. The strong scent of cabbage was intoxicating however the sense of death was imminent. It occured to him that this was a lesson to be learned, war grips people in such a way that is indescribable to those who haven't experienced it. He for the first time experienced how German citizens felt during the bombing of Dresden in the year of 1945.
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