Viewing the macabre photograph, the man developed a sardonic
appreciation for its horrors. The dead, stripped of life, bereft of soul,
whispered the true nature of human progress. He understood war by holding the
flimsy sepia toned film in his hands. All it took was an image of a past
forgotten by most. In the image the machinations spoke; granting a glimpse that
he knew would forever perpetuate humanity unto a desolate landscape, engrossing
and engorging mankind into a deluge of sand, ash, and blood.
He understood. Yet never actually participating, the reasons for conflict were lost upon him. As lost as those that answer the call. He understood!
Viewing the macabre photograph, the man developed a sardonic
appreciation for its horrors. The dead, stripped of life, bereft of soul,
whispered the true nature of human progress. He understood war by holding the
flimsy sepia toned film in his hands. All it took was an image of a past
forgotten by most. In the image the machinations spoke; granting a glimpse that
he knew would forever perpetuate humanity unto a desolate landscape, engrossing
and engorging mankind into a deluge of sand, ash, and blood.
He understood. Yet never actually participating, the reasons for conflict were lost upon him. As lost as those that answer the call. He understood! 
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