I know I’ve written a lot about war. Last one for quite some time, promise. Enjoy reading this, though! And please spread peace and love.


You have not seen ruins
The way 1945 has.

During the world war,
The schools that taught discipline
learned to have safety drills
and teach antonyms of peace.
The teenager that loved playing football
trained in the army
and often fought for the one thing bigger than him.
Weapons clashed so often,
it drowned all music,
and sang the lyrics of ‘Where we left off’.

I’ll share one story with you.
August 9, Nagasaki.
A three-year-old Yasujiro was playing in his house.
He was tearing the pages of a book
when he was blinded by a white light
like a million camera flashes.
Oh, how I wish it was really just cameras.
He was found under the debris of his house
among many other things
like his broken toys and an open book.
He’s grateful to have survived
But he lost so many things that mattered
His sleep, his hearing, his will to live.
He is happy now.

When someone knows they’ll die
and they get to send one last message
it is always filled with love
it is always an ‘I love you’
an ‘I will miss you’.
You know why?
Because they do,
they will.
Is war really worth the open book?


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38 Comments

    1. Thank you! Means a lot.
      Hey, if you want me to follow you back on Instagram, do you have some other account where you don’t post quotes? I don’t follow quotes pages. Sorry 🙂

  1. I guess that last message is always an ‘I love you’ because deep inside they know that somehow when this war, this chaos and this destruction will end… Love will be the only thing that will help them survive the pain left behind

  2. I came across an article the other day, which was about the U.S. building replica Japanese and German villages to see what was the most efficient way to destroy them. I wasn’t able to finish reading the document as it was too disturbing the thought of designing weapons to destroy civilian areas specifically.

  3. Lovely poem indeed. Particularly liked the last few lines:

    ‘When someone knows they’ll die
    and they get to send one last message
    it is always filled with love
    it is always an ‘I love you’
    an ‘I will miss you’.
    You know why?
    Because they do,
    they will.
    Is war really worth the open book?’

  4. Such a powerful post, and I agree with the last words of the horrifically killed: I, too, love deeply and am sorry for all the suffering, whether by war or by negligence, which all too frequently are one and the same.

  5. Very nice way you tied in the detail of the open book, it’s kind of a profound question, is war an endless story? A question that raises other questions is always a good question 👍🏻

  6. So I just wrote my fathers war story on my blog and found you because I was looking around for army stories to see what was out there. I like your writing and I hope you continue to do so. So many soldiers did not get to share their stories so I guess those of us left ear have the privilege of doing so.

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