The bombs are falling since early in the morning and we try to avoid their “death message” ,moving constantly and changing our positions .

My fellows are all sleeples from more than 3 days in a row and their psysical and mental powers ,are in the absolute limit before collapsing entirely .

Human Spirit and War .

Their spirit has been “beaten” very hard the last couple of days because we have “lost” many of our soldiers and our near future , isn’t the best .

We are surrounded by the enemy , our food is coming to its end , our amo the same , we have some very bad wounded guys and the morphine and the rest medical supplies are ending too .

But the most importand and scary isn’t the materials which ending , but our spirit and heart which are tested by the hardest days of this damn World War of the 1940 , in which we are called to fight Darkness . I haven’t eaten myself either , since yesterday and as it seems i won’t eat today .

The food is ending and the lifes of my team and wounded , are more significant , than my belly .

In here there is no masters and slaves , ords and nationals , bosses and employees , rich and poor and whaetever else . In here in this mud and wet hole , we try to hide ourselves from the enemies , we are all equal .

Human Pain makes us equal .

Equal in front of life and death . No matter who do you think you are , no matter who you were in the “out world” , in here if life is all the same and having the same rules for everybody .

If luck “choose” to show you its nice face , you’ll survive . If not , this will be your last place in this planet . You rise your head to see the sky and you cannot see much .The atmosphere is dark and grey from the bombs in this war scene .

The sun is grey , the moon is grey , the stars aren’t bright anymore , the air smells blood , gun powder , “new and old” corpses in decomposition . Bad breaths from hunger , sweat mixed with mud , blood and wounds , silent tears from fear and despair .

Yelling cries from pain and disassembled body parts , hot metals and fire , smoke from destroyed war materials and armor . Smoke from dead bodies half burned , smoke from wood and nature elements which the bombs demolished , and the fear of death all over .

I try to relax and put all my effords to hear something else from all these war noise , but i cannot hear anything .

Not even a tiny sound from a small bird , a crow , the sound of rain , a lightning , something . But Nothing . As if the whole Earth and GOD are Very “Upset” with us , killing each other !!!!!

As if the whole planet is Very Angry with us and our sophisticated weapons , in order to kill each other .

As if the whole nature is Extremely Furious with us and our total disrespect to human lives and absence of kindness . As if the whole universe is very furious with as , so it turned off all its stars , all its planets , all its benefits it has given to us , for so many milleniums .

The hours are passing very fast , the night is coming and i musr find some safe place for my team .We must take care the wounded ones , sleep to gain some of our powers and make some plans for the next day .

Live to fight another day .

If a NEXT DAY will come for us !!!!!! The afternoon is almost in its final minutes and the damn planes , haven’t stopped their death “mission” , the hole day .

Everything is destroyed in a range , as a human eye can see . Nothing alive exist near us and we must the only ones in this part of the battlefield , alive . But for how long ?

I manage to find a desert warehouse at the end of this “dead” city and it seems to be a good shelter for us .

With our “antennas” , wide open for the sound of the bombing airplanes , slowly , slowly we go to the warehouse and after a some small search i do to see if we are safe and nothing is near this place ,we close the half-broken door and try to settle in here .

No way we can set a fire to warm a little , we must be completely silent and i search around for any food and warm clothes , blankets , medicine and whatever useful .

This seems a farmer’s warehouse or something like that and nothing very useful is here . Some dirty blankets , having intense a dog’s smell , some rusty carpenter’s tools ,a petrol lamp …. that’s it .

No food around , or anything to look like(!) with food .

I search for a cellar or a hidden place used by the farmer as a food warehouse , but nothing seems to appear . Ups , i hurried up to make assumptions !!!!!!

Down under a wooden small boat , there is a hole in the ground covered with straw and stuff . I get closer , and lift up the cap and what do i see ? JESUS , there is food in here !!!!!

Many cans with food , a small canister with petrol , some bullets , 2 rifles , a journal , some hospital gauzes , some morphine and painkillers and 3 golden coins .

Whoever lived in this farm , was very cautious and provident . Maybe he/she was a nurse or something .

Anyway no matter who the farmers were , all these will make my team very happy and fill a little their starving bellies . An empty stomach is always a bad advisor .

I’ll put all this in a blanket i found near the hole and go to give it to my team .Bombing sounds are heard from far away and a happy thought crosses my brain ,from the posibility to have an “peaceful” night and take some rest , we all need .

If only i had a camera to to capture the faces of my soldiers , when they saw the stuff i gave them . Even the wounded ones , they stop shouting from pain and a shine escaped from their eyes .

I tried to share the food as equal as i could and while my buddies were eating , i took some clean bandages and changed the old ones , to the ones they need it . No sound exists in the warehouse , exept the soundof the teeth and mouths of my guys , who were trying to fill their empty bellies .

The place is very quiet ,some bombs are the only ones heard and after i’ll make my final patrol for the night , i’ll see and plan our tomorrow route , to pass in our safe areas , away from these madness . And maybe after , i’ll take some sleep .

Everything is ok , the “fat” night darkness has covered everything , my soldiers are all sleep except the ones in the watchtower and i catch a warm corner myself , in order to sleep a little . I watch my soldiers , my buddies to sleep so peaceful and some thoughts are crossing my brain . Some thoughts outside this awful war .

Exept that all these are my comrades in the war , they are my neighbor friends and some of them my childhood friends , which fate throw all of us to this “death trap” . I’m their officer , i’m responsible from their lives , but beyond all they are my friends . They are my “soul brothers” .

Together we have passed so many extreme situations , we have travelled to the “other side” .We have seen death and life , as few see in their lives . We have save each others lives , countless times , we have failed to save some many times !!!!!

We have eaten together , drink together , sleep together , sleep embraced to warm each other with our bodies heat . We have taken care each others wounds , we have shared bullits , food , water , sleep , “fever” , pain , tears , FEAR OF DEATH , anxiety , wins and defeats , darkness and light .

Love Emotions can “Bent” any War .

The emotions i feel for these men aren’t similar to any i’ve felt for anyone in my life .

I care for their lives , MORE than i care for mine and i know that they feel the same .These emotions are so PURE and clear , as clear the situation of life and death is !!!!!!!!

The emotions of protectiviness , affection , warmth and most of all the respect i feel for these men , for “my men” . This it cannot been explained with society’s “laws” , “rules” we make to live together to big villages and cities .

In here fakeness has no place at all , because fakeness will take your life , or your soldiers lives .

I don’t know , maybe these were the feelings and emotions the Spartan’s of King Leonidas of Greece , were experienced during their strict and absolute military life they lived .

Maybe War acts as a “purgatory” for the human souls and it brings them so close as they are one soul .I don’t know maybe , the war in ANY FORM , makes you realize what LOVE IS !!!

I see my fellows and i remember . Peter is a doctor and a researcher .

Can a War end the Childhood dreams ?

I remember him in his dusty laboratory , testing and searching to find cures and medicines TO SAVE THE WORLD . He wasn’t a wealthy doctor , even if he had the opportunities to become rich and work in a fancy medical company .

His life’s goal , TO SAVE THE WORLD or trying anything he could do , to accomplish that . Many of his surroundings , couldn’t understand his lifestyle , but his”mission” , was stronger than any ctiticism .

He had the willingness to “sacrifice” all his talents , all his intelligence and skills , all his ambitions as a person to serve the general good , without anticipating , NEVER ANYTHING BACK .

He was willing to give his all life unconditionally , in order to make the lives of the others better . What an amazing scientist . What an amazing human being . He is the living proof that love is the ultimate power in this planet . Ok , he isn’t the only living proof .

My other childhood buddy , James .

He worked 20 years in a medical center for people with disabilities , showing mammoth and beyond the human limits warmth for these people and life chose to show him its hardest face , making him a father of a child with disabilities .

His first child ,had serious kinetic problems and he would be in a wheel chair for his whole life !!!! .The hit was out of imagination ,and while all of his family and friends anticipated ,for my friend’s collapse …. a “surpise” was waited for them .

My buddy , didn’t care a bit !!!!! , about all this and he chose to continue his life ,with his child as better as he could .

Many mouths were stayed wide open , by see him giving countless “fights” every day , helping his child in any way and the most important and “strange” . Without complaining to anyone , not even a single time !!!!!

Even i , sometimes couldn’t explain his attitude and behavior to a “situation” , which would have made the majority of people , cry day and night maybe . But not my friend !!!!!

He managed to work many hours to have enough money and support his family and his disability child , he helped his beloved , from early in the morning , till late in the nights .

He helped anyone he could no matter what ,even the ones who haven’t helped him not even once (!) , he was found time to go to the church and do his “duty” every single sundays and he did whatever anyone does .

As if he was “programmed” to give his whole heart and affection , without holding anything back , without waiting a “claping” , without any guarantees from anyone , without making benefit future plans without anything . He was only giving and giving and giving .

As if a “SECRET FORCE” was giving him ,strength and optimism ,as if SOMEONE was helping him to overcome any difficulty . As if SOMEONE , was giving him “tons” from this “SECRET FORCE” , we all humans have , but we forget to use many times and its called Love .

Who knows maybe those sunday “duties” , were making the difference . And here we are to my “favorite” friend the “little” Jimi .

I say little because he is the biggest physically of all of us . He is the artist of our “company’ . I remember all the old people in our neighborhood , complaining continuously to his parents , for his music training and “experiments” .

He was dressed always “strange” and he wasn’t the guy who a parent would want ,for company to his children . But how wrong they were .They “judged” by the external looks , and they overtake the “inside” . They passed the soul of my “little” artist .

They passed the fact that , throught his art , through his music , he intented to reach other souls ,to give them messages . He wanted to “heal” maybe their wounds , to give them optimism and motivation to fight in life .

He anticipated to save them from depsair , to make them fall IN LOVE ,to make them happy , to entertain them ,to ease their pain , laugh, to make them feel humans , to made them cry .

And he tried to accomplish his “job” , without having any money in his pockets , without asking for favors from anyone , without anything . He was giving his heart and sensitivity for “free” , to anyone who would get close . If this isn’t the definition of LOVE , what is ?

Before i close my eyes and fall asleep ,my mind and mostly my heart are remembering my wife . I remember her “angelic” shape and smile , which had the unique charisma to make me happy , no matter how difficult my day was .

I remember the first time i saw her in the corner’s grosery shop and my entire existance was shaken as never before . She was glowing like a star in the summer’s night sky and my eyes couldn’t escape from her .

Of course she noticed that , as she noticed that i didn’t enter the grosery store , to buy something because the something(!) was already in the bag i carried !!!! But i didn’t care a bit .

High “voltage” crossed my body and soul and the globe , was stopped its spinning !!!!!!!!I tried to speak to her saying something , but my first attempt was a complete disaster .

She smiled and left to her home and from then , my nights would never be the same again for the rest of my life . I waking up and slepping with her thought in my brain and mostly in my heart .

I waited for her every afternoon to come from her job and before she turned the corner , to see her for a single moment . I should have found the exact time and place to ask her to go out with me , but this wasn’t so easy .

Her father was the butcher of the neighbor and a very big guy . But after some failed attempts , i finally managed to arrange , our first date .

Oh my GOD , what a date !!!!

The coffee was the sweetest in the hole planet , the water was the best water in the world , our meal was the best meal i’ve eaten in my whole life , everything was different and better !!!!!!!

I didn’t know if i was in love , as the novels say ,or whatever , but i didn’t care much . I only new that , the emotions i was feeling , were something i haven’t felt anymore and i liked this so much .

I remember our first touch , our first kiss ,the first time we made love and a sweet cry followed by a smile coming in my face spontaneously , warming me up in this cold warehouse , in this War .

Will i see her again ? Will i see our children and our house again , or this will be the “end of my story” ? But i continue to remember . I remember our so many years together , and the levels our relationship have passed .

From the first eyesight , physical attraction and the Love I felt ( i want to suppose her too !! ) , “shaking” me and demolish every personal egoisms i had .

Love demolishes every society’s “laws” and barriers . I remember our first “flesh” touches , our first months huge lust and the exploited hormones we shared and made us feel unknown emotions .

I remember the next stages of affection and protectiveness , to the warmth we felt for each other and to all of these TRANSFORMED INTO PURE LOVE , for each other .

Pure unconditional Love , without secrets , without “strategies” , without any kind of hypocrisy . Love with total trust for each other , with willingness to see the world from the eyes of your life’s “partner” .

Love with willingness to put aside your needs and wishes , in order to understand and respect the other . I feel so lucky in life , having that kind of a marriage and such a beautiful family and i’ll never stop praising GOD for my luck , no matter if i’m here in this war , fighting and hoping for a NICE END .

I catch myself , have experienced and received so much unconditional – pure – unselfish – Love in my life , with so many different ways , in so many time periods , by so many different human beings .

How blessed am i . How blessed , happy and honored i am .

There are people outhere , who maybe haven’t felt the touch of love during their lives , and they don’t know how it feels to receive love , from humans , animals , circumstances , GOD .

These thoughts , are making me feel so warm , here in this cold War night and maybe a little optimistic about the end of this War . Who knows maybe this terrible War ends and i’ll manage to go back to my family and life .This makes me smile a little from satisfaction .

My eyes are so “heavy” and closing and i “surrender” to the coming sleep . But JESUS!!!! , from far away i hear a whistle in the air a very familiar whistle .

JESUS it’s a BOMB !!!!!!

I don’t feel pain anymore !!!!!!!!!

*** Billion humans , billion situations , billion ways , billion time and places , billion needs , ONE LOVE for all !!!!!