All's Fair in Love and War

Today's society is very focused on the definition, conviction, acquisition, protection, and fighting for freedom and justice on a global scale, but it always seems to be the case. Most Americans generally agree to live in a free country, but there are always people who demand more freedom. Abraham Lincoln briefly appealed to the present quote of the poet John Lidgate. "... you can not always please everyone." Because people are seeking freedom and justice, they still want to maintain the freedom of freedom of expression and freedom of expression and freedom of speech.

They said, "It is fair in love and war." There is no fairness about love and war. I think the opposite is true. There is no rule. There is no boundary. I can not see the right thing. An obvious fact is not noticed. After all, it wins at all costs. Even if it sacrifices the lives of others. Not all soldiers came to this place because they were chosen for patriotism. There is no other way to win the war besides throwing fairness from the window. Do not let the story talk about unfair love. I stood before the American War Memorial, I cried. It is a very complex emotion. Some people are innocent. Some people are suicide bombers. Someone's son, father, brother, daughter, mother, older sister. They are all dead. How many killed my brother? I do not know. It may not be the case. Perhaps it is a soldier of my father's company. Perhaps the one who shot my father. How long can you last and never forgive? I have noticed that I have grasped something so far.

They say love and war are fair. Love is unfair, sometimes it feels like a war - war, casualties fill the entrenchment. I love you very much and I can not even measure it. I do not know if this is the right decision. It's like chess - it will not be known until I finish the game. All sleepless nights, spiritual war and confusion - I think it is worth looking in the long run. Even if we go to the last game and I have to let the king disappoint, I can not say that it is not worth it. Like a canvas in a picture, I draw a person who spent countless tasks. This picture is still beautiful, but a crack is always there - in your heart draw your attention