The Counterattack

A very good article. . . I really wish it could continue to unfold, but this is just right and beautiful. I have read a lot about war recently, including World War II, Hitler, Grindelwald, 1964, racial discrimination, and anti-humanity. Once when I was chatting with my best friend and talking about crimes against humanity, I expressed that I couldn't understand any war that could not be classified as against humanity. Standing is a wonderful thing. It is easy to stay aloof from the world in peacetime, but in a vigilant situation, it is difficult for us not to make a choice. Whether it is voluntary or forced, once we jump off the balance beam, it is difficult to serve ourselves. They tear each other apart, and group hostility turns into personal hatred until it becomes difficult to escape. = =Pull back. . . What am I talking about. Still a position. Most wars begin with simple motives. Raistlin is pursuing a new order, Grindelwald is talented and full of new blueprints for the wizarding world, and which of the three brothers in the Balkans does not have a history full of blood and tears. Revolution, this is a word that I have a bad outlook on lately and I can't even face it. What is a revolution? What is justice? When we were growing up, did we kill the hopes of others? When we were fighting for our beliefs, it seemed a little ridiculous to talk about justice. There is never anything right or wrong about belief. This problem seems to be unsolvable. I had a very bizarre dream within a dream a few days ago, a scene similar to a special forces training camp, where other partners and I were training. The night before a battle, I dreamed that I would die the next day and the entire army would be annihilated. So the battle on the second day left me still shaking all over when I woke up. It was almost exactly what I had predicted. People around me died one by one. I even knew how I would be hit and torn apart. I don't want to die, I am afraid of the horror of being hit by a bullet. This is the most unforgettable dream I have ever had. War, no one is innocent in war. Our hands are stained with blood, we see our comrades die, and families are destroyed. We have to make trade-offs, make sacrifices, and do all the things that are considered evil and cruel in peacetime. Those who join the war shouting slogans of justice have not yet tasted the breath of death (= =|| It seems that this is how I view the Weasley children... Especially Ron). And I thought that knowing how to sympathize with death was probably the only thing that allowed me to see the power of hope in the war. Ah, so I really like this article. . . It interprets the most perfect image in my mind. "In order for the demon clan to continue and return to the land of sunshine one day, you must be cruel and endure the darkness. The noble blood of every kinsman who falls under your sword will be your unwavering strength in the future."

It's rare to find a good article in JJ! Waiting for update

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