Do we think about death when are sending people out to war? Or do we only think about death after we hear about deaths surrounding our own? Do we go about our business, dismissing the shadows? Or we do we think about the shadows, the ramifications, the bullets, behind the white noise of war, daily?
p.s. On Thursday, my school put on a play called ‘Shadow of a Gunman’, which took place in Dublin in the 1920s regarding a war between the Irish Republic Army & The Black and Tans of the British Police Force. It was a comic-tragic play with heavy accents, and above all, sacrifice out of love. So, here’s to sacrifice!