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War Thoughts
Posted By: Maszimo<maszimo@hotmail.com>
Date: 23 February 2001, 10:47 am

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It was a very nice day, and I was increasingly aware of how much I hated war. Sure, there were moments of excitement, even occasionally a primal sort of enjoyment that accompanied the act of killing, but overall things sucked. Not that dropship pilots really did a lot of close and personal killing well, they weren't supposed to anyway but for my own part, I kept finding myself stuck places I didn't want to be. Like facing the enemy with my bare hands after surviving my second crash in a month thanks to the inequities of a certain incompetent dropship co-pilot but that's not really what I had in mind. For the moment, the ship sailed smoothly through the clear skies of the Halo, and I was cheered by the fact that we were not supposed to fly within 55 klicks of any known mountains or other large things which we had a track record of crashing into. My moronic co-pilot, Bob, was humming a tune I for once enjoyed, and our mission appeared to be, for once, going along smoothly. We were instructed to insert a team of Marines and a Warthog jeep and then await confirmation of their mission success, then we'd swoop in and pick them up. We had already dropped off the grunts, and were currently orbiting a wide lake, awaiting the signal which would bring us running. We had plenty of fuel, our holding pattern was steady, and there was nothing larger than a fly in danger of hitting our windshield. And so I let my mind wander.

This is never a good thing, as my mind wandering inevitably turned into sour brooding.

I remembered back to the days before Halo. Back then, on the Pillar of Autumn, my life had been comfortable, enjoyable, and pleasant. The worst things I'd had to deal with were coming up with new ways to beat the card-sharks in the officers' lounge and chasing enough women to keep myself occupied.

Then came the Covenant.

Sneaky blue bastards, I have to say. On one hand you really had to hand it to them. There we were, us humans, getting all fat and soft as we peacefully extended ourselves and colonized new worlds, and then, here they came, all full of cryptic radio communications and super deadly military technology. Good story. Classic even. It might even make a good computer game. However, the fact that it was the increasingly bleak reality with which I was faced with every day leached a lot of the enjoyment out of it for me.

I mean, I knew I wasn't the only human on the Halo who had it rough. A lot of the troops actually thought I had it better than them, what with flying dropships and not actually fighting anything. And I suppose if it weren't for Bob, that might actually have been true. As it was, being in a dropship only made me a larger target, and I was becoming increasingly convinced that one out of every five Covenant were secretly hunting me, and that they would stop at nothing to make sure by the time they left Halo I would be good and dead.

That might not make any sense to you, but then again, War doesn't make much sense to me. A bunch of strangers all armed to the teeth and trying to shoot holes into each other, that's all war was. I really wasn't cut out for it. I'd done my share, killed me some Covenant, and I was just about ready to pack it in. Yeah. Yeah! No more fighting! Enough was enough. I was going to lay down my arms and become strictly pacifistic. From here on out, Humanity, The Covenant, all of them could go fight somewhere else. The Halo was huge. I was sure, certain even, that I could find a place all to myself. A place bereft of war.

And right then the signal came through. Our marines had accomplished their mission, but were under fire and had a hot LZ. I sighed and looked over at Bob, who was already serenely banking the ship into a gut-wrenching turn to bring us on course. "Bob?" I asked, not certain if I really wanted to know the answer, "Do you ever get tired of all the fighting? DO you ever want to do something else?" Bob stoped whistling and glanced over at me before he answered. "Sure." He said "but really, where else is there to go? I mean, at least it's a sunny day."

I blinked. He had a point. War was and probably always would be. It was one of the few constants in human history, right up alongside of death and taxes. Apparently that held true to species other than man. That was comforting. Then I realized that Bob, whom I personally felt was in cahoots with the Covenant to kill me, had just comforted me. I shot a nervous glance over to him and said simply "Bob, I think I might be going mad."

At this he just smiled, the sun glinting off his visor and his round face pursed grotesquely as he began whistling another tune. I tightened my harness and readied myself to go again into combat as the Sergeant of the Marine squad came blasting back onto the channel to ask where the hell we were. I didn't really have anything else to do, and it really was a very nice day.