The season of war

It was the season of war.

A season?
Well, we have summer when the heat melts the coldest of hearts, and winter, when the warmest of hearts freeze. They come and go, and so do wars. So stop interrupting me and listen...
Where was I? Ah...It was the season of war which was neither mindless, nor a random act in the hands of a single bored dictator who, in all his presence of mind, decided to increase his power because he didn't have enough. This was a war where brothers, husbands and sons fought hand in hand, for freedom, and wives daughters and mothers fought with them till the very end, for it was choice either to die for freedom, or live in a state of slavery, for all alike. It was bloody, severed heads and hands lay on the ground which was brown at one time. Now it was crimson, and would remain for so for generations to come, if any, as a testimony to the war that was fought for freedom.

Freedom you say? and it is not a tyrant they wanted to be free from? then freedom from whom? Why so much blood? Why the war? Who were they?
Hmph, true Scorpio...nevertheless, you ask irrelevant questions. In the battlefield, stood a small girl. Her face muddy, and her unkempt hair flying to the wind which carried screams of horror every war entails. The wind, however, is not important. The little girl is. The little girl, with a muddy face, unkempt hair, and very large, but wet eyes. If she closed her eyes, she would squeeze the tear down her cheek. But she didn't close her eyes. She didn't want to close her eyes. She knew if she closed her eyes, she would not see what she was seeing at that moment, and that moment would be lost forever. It was a damned war, and there she stood with a smile on her face, and tear in her eye that was waiting to escape, looking at this boy who was covered in his own blood. His eyes were still open, and he was breathing heavily, he was breathing his last. She knew, so did he. She had loved him at some point, and she knew she would continue to love him, forever after. She stood with a smile on her face and the tear in her eye, ready to escape when he breathed his last.

A smile? You said she loved him? Why would she smile when the boy she loved is dying?
Ah, for once you nearly ask the right question. If you had asked, why would she smile when the boy she loves is dying, you would have got your answer. She stood there bravely, for in all her innocence, she
knew, that if she smiled, so would the boy. They had gone through a lot together, well...as much as their age had permitted. In all her innocence, she knew that the smile was all she could give to the dying boy. So she smiled...As the boy's end neared, she knew that there would be no one to bring a smile to her face when her chance would come...yet she smiled.

How come you don't ask any questions when you should? and ask a lot of irrelevant questions when you should not?
Well child, its time for you to go to bed. Just remember, No amount of blood or war can ruin your innocence and your love. For when you smile, so will the people you love, even when they are breathing their last and they will breathe their last breath, happy and in peace.

Good night my child,