Dream

``Just... a... little bit... more...'' Edwin gritted his teeth and crawled as fast as he could through the undergrowth as gun and artillery fire surrounded him on both sides.

It wasn't his idea of a good time, but Edwin knew that he had to serve. There was nothing else that he could do other than serve. The country was under siege, and his big dream of running an import/export business would never come to fruition had the country been overrun. For the sake of that dream, he had to serve in the military.

He blamed the politicians' ineptness and the trigger happy nature of the military. The conflict could have been minimised had they agreed to promote trade, but the lobbyists had managed to get the politicians to spurn the deal and instead declare war upon the smaller country in the bid to annex it. That triggered the military into action, and everyone got pulled into the mess of total war, under the strong condemnation of the United Nations.

Edwin sighed as he kept crawling through the tall grass. He was the fall-back signaller. When the wired signal systems went down, he had to be the one to manually bring intelligence across the field until it was safe enough to lay out the signal cables again. It was a thankless job, but he knew he had the highest chance of surviving this in the current role, and hopefully they would manage to end the hostilities soon enough that rebuilding can take place.

And when that began, he could finally start that business he had in mind. For a wise man once said, enterprises thrive at the destruction and reconstruction of a society.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 12-Apr-2014 10:58:13)