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COLD WAR- CHAPTER 5

 I opened my eyes and saw a doctor in front of me, he stretched my arm and asked if I was feeling better, gaining some conscience I finally came to my senses, now I could see moving objects in front of me. My arm and my leg were covered by plasters, and there was a bandage on my forehead, "Congratulations Mark, you finally recovered from the injuries of yours, now you can relax for a few hours, just close your eyes," the doctor said smiled and left the room. For hours, questions kept on flowing in my mind about things. Things that might have happened and how long had I been here? and the doctor came back, "Mark! here is a guest to meet you," said the doctor and led Lieutinent Adam inside my room. He looked perfectly fine, it felt like he survived that day. Coming forth towards me he sat on a chair near my head and gave a smile, "How are you slick? it's been a year and a half since you were laid here, sorry to see your half flesh had burnt, but you would have to live like that for the rest of your life," slowly he held my hand and said, "learn to live with it," I looked into his eyes, and I saw no agony of any kind. He was someone else, a new Adam, whom I had never seen before. 

"Let's go to war!" I said, and he laughed and said, "Good energy, what are you going to handle? the first wave? sorry but the war is over now, we all can rest!" his very words made me a bit nervous when I asked him, "Did we lose?" but Adam held my hand tight and with his watery eyes staring into mine he said, "We won!" and this gave me a sigh of relief. "But yes, we lost on that day when you got injured. That day, many men died, many lives lost when the world sang for them, the whole world cried for them and everyone united to say no more war. But our governments are tough. Our president realized his mistake on national television when Britishers took their name back from the war. It was just China and Japan left for Russia and America. Wars still went on, and China started to lose so much when they somehow paid their debt to Britain and got their names cleared. America and Russia fought Japan numerous times and Japan's clone soldiers were banned. Japan was also cursed by society for dropping acid bombs on humans. Soon, America took charge of Japan's base and Japan bowed to Russia. And finally, we won. Later in the year terms were signed and Japan went into a situation in which they could now fight no more wars." his words fell on me like a blessing and then he stood up gathering his vim, when I asked, "But what happened on that very day when I was injured? how did you survive, and how many more died?" staring into my eyes he said, "Doesn't matter! it never matters. Before the war, everything was calm and happy, and after the war, things go calm and happy. Doesn't matter what happens during the war. It all becomes a chapter in history but doesn't take its place in the heads of real people. You know what happens during a war, people suddenly become patriots, and all the other time they cursing each other. I don't when some other country does some shit and we are taken to some other war. And again a soldier like you gets on the bed!" saying these very words he walked away to the door. But before he could leave he said, "Doesn't matter how many men die in a war. But what matters is, those who survived, could they live happily after?" and he left. 

I still think about this very question like I was thinking then. Then came my mom and sister to see me back into life. Covered me with their arms and kissed my forehead. Weeks later I was given leave from the treatment and I had to fight no more wars now. Taking me to a beautiful place called home I was delighted. I was hearing the sound of buzzing bees, could big trees, clear blue sky, and sunshine falling on my face. Could see butterflies on pretty flowers and then my home's backdoor. My mom and sister were holding me all this while helping me to walk. Then took a seat on a chair and looked at our beautiful garden with a smile on my face. The war had ended, the heroes were home." 

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