A little story I wrote...
All around her, the blood curdling screams of agony echo. The last prayers of the dying, their final gasps of breath, their tears as they succumb, in pain, to death. The vivid memories that accompany these empty echoes from the past are even more chilling.
Ariadne woke up, covered in cold sweat. It had been yet another nightmare from her days on the battlefield.
As an ex-soldier, she had returned home, alive but missing an eye. She had many scars from gory wounds caused by weapons that hit her but missed her critical points almost deliberately so that she can suffer the excruciating pain that follows. Her left eye was lost when a knife aimed at her throat was skillfully deflected up and scratched out her eye. How she managed to escape the battlefield that day to get to the first aid center Ariadne will never remember. But she survived, somehow, and now lives with an eye patch over the ugly scar.
Ariadne slowly calmed down and got up to get a glass of water. When she went to the kitchen, she saw everything was normal. This is home, not the battlefield. The war is done, she thought. But the frenzy of the fighting left her mentally scarred. I can't unsee what saw.
Standing there, immersed in memories and thoughts of friends and fellows soldiers, of enemies and victims, Ariadne's eyes fell on a photo on the fridge, held in place by a magnet she bought as a souvenir from her trip to Italy many years before she had made her decision to join the army.
When she returned home from the war, she was honored by her community, and there was a celebration. The photo was taken then, when she was giving her speech and had posed with her gun.
"Life is a war," she had said. "Whether you're in an actual war or not, everyday you face a battle of your own. Sure, you'll fall down, you'll get scars and lose a few things, even an eye, like me. (There were a few chuckles from the audience.) But do you lose hope? Do you lose your pride? Do you give up? NO! You KEEP FIGHTING! Why? Because at the end of each day you know you survived, and every morning you tell yourself, 'If I got through yesterday, I can and I will get through today.' You stand up again. And you fight. Because whether you are in the army or not, you are all soldiers. The only difference is that in life, you fight your battles on your own, in your own one-man-army. But that makes it all the more respectable. Whatever happens, don't lose hope, don't lose your will to go on, and don't give up. Because if I did all that... I wouldn't be here today," she said quietly. A moment of silence followed before Ariadne continued. "Always remember to keep fighting! In the end, you'll survive." Then the crowd erupted in thunderous, tumultuous applause.
Ariadne smiled, remembering that day. She set down her empty glass by the sink and went back to bed.