One of the new guys, Eugene, came over and we talked about war. He's different from any of us who had to fight when we hit the ground. He fought in World War II, and it's probably weird to say, but his outlook on life is so different from ours. I feel very differently about the war we had to fight with the grounders than we did when we fought it, and began to see the pointlessness of it. I haven't asked him if he thought it was pointless. I don't think he would or could, considering.
But it's just different. Holding up what we've been through. No one has been through more pain than anybody else.
Eugene reminds me a bit of Monty. Even-tempered but not without a bite if the situation calls for it. I haven't called for it yet, but I think he's the type you could make a mistake and think you have an understanding with, but you don't. Not really.
Living here, I've been through eight months in a world without war, but not a world without conflict. It's different from the six years I had with Madi.
I have more thoughts than that, but I'm not sure I'm ready to articulate them yet.
february 15(?), 2512
But it's just different. Holding up what we've been through. No one has been through more pain than anybody else.
Eugene reminds me a bit of Monty. Even-tempered but not without a bite if the situation calls for it. I haven't called for it yet, but I think he's the type you could make a mistake and think you have an understanding with, but you don't. Not really.
Living here, I've been through eight months in a world without war, but not a world without conflict. It's different from the six years I had with Madi.
I have more thoughts than that, but I'm not sure I'm ready to articulate them yet.