Journal Entry for What Is Wrong With These People??
In the midst of my flight over the sea, a gust of wind swept me into something startling and upsetting. I found myself flying over a cold, rugged landscape where I see lots of stone-faced men marching in lines toward some kind of destination. Perhaps they are going on a long, dangerous journey. Maybe I can help them! I can guide them on their quest and bring them happiness as they face their hardships. I love the exciting spirit of adventure. I fly overhead so they know I’m here to help them on their journey. But, when they look up, they look confused and emotionless. What. Don’t they know what I am? They keep marching on but never reach a destination. What is this? They are fighting with others like them. Why are they fighting? What are they fighting over? I fly low and see the horrors. What is this? Bodies are rotting on the cold, muddy ground. There is stinking flesh burning my nose. I don’t understand this tragedy. What is the purpose of this fight? All I see is disgust and hatefulness. Maybe if they see me, then they will know I can help them. I fly lower and more men look up, but they seem to not care. They seem frightened, scared, and expressionless. Suddenly, I’ve been hit. How could they hit me with those terrifying weapons? Well, they will pay for their mistake. They have to pay for their sin. But whose neck do I hang from? I don’t even know who killed me. I fall to the rotting, stinking mud and lay there. Nobody notices me or pays attention. What has this world come to? They are all paying for their sins within this fight. But they aren’t pay for the sin of killing me.