Parabens, Joe! *-*

"War is hell, but that's not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead."

"To generalize about the war is like generalizing about peace. Almost everything is true. Almost nothing is true. At its core, perhaps, war is just another name for death, and yet any soldier will tell you, if he tells the truth, proximity to death brings with it a corresponding proximity to life. After a firefight , there is always the immense pleasure of aliveness. The tress are alive. The grass, the soil - everything. All around you things are purely living, and you among them, and the aliveness makes you tremble. You feel intense out-of-the-skin awareness of your living self - your truest self, the human being you want to be and then become by the force of waiting it. In the midst of evil you want to be a good man. You want decency. You want justice and courtesy and human concord, things you never knew you wanted. There is a kind of largeness to it, a kind of godliness. Though it's odd, you're never more alive than when you're almost dead. You recognize what's valuable. Freshly, as if for the first time, you love what's best in yourself and in the world, all that might be lost."

The things They carried.

Tim O'Brien.

Esse e um pouco, duas partes quebradas do seu presente. Me arrisquei em escrever. Sem saber o final, sem saber se o todo ira gostar - por que nem eu sei ainda, nao terminei de ler - haha. Mas estou na esperanca que gostaremos, os dois. Ah, sim, em ingles. Voce vai ter que se esforcar, e entender. Depois me diga o que achou. Presente que chegara atrasado, mas pra nao dizer que esqueci: ta aqui. Uma parte. Pra voce Joe,

Com amor, Kah. <3