To Whom It May Concern:
I stand here writing this letter of utmost importance to the creators of the new world. I am here but here is nowhere. There is nothing left in this world for me, all I can see is a tree, on this country road and the sun being swallowed into a Beijing sunset. I am dying and as I die I pray that so does this toxic environment that I helped create. There is no way that I can simply explain what I wish of the new world but I will tell you a story that hopefully will enlighten you:
There once was a young boy who lived in a country that had the potential The United States of America. This boy had grown up in a hard time with tales of poverty and war surrounding him. His father had been a Marine in the Great War and had died for a honourable cause, or so they say. This boy dreamed to live up to his fathers name and be a hero for his country. As he grew he became more and more obsessed with studying war, although never did it occur to him why people fought. He knew the histories of all the worlds’ greatest wars and unlike everyone else he was not frightened or disgusted, he was ever so intrigued. As the young boy grew into a man the notion of flight became the topic of obsession and by the age of 16 he was taking private flying lessons, which were considerably cheap. He was naturally talented at flying and was quickly asked to join the newly developed United States Army Air Corps. Among his comrades on the training field he was the best, but had no real first hand experience of death or war. He longed to fly in a real war, just like the ones he used to read about.
It only took a few years for a fear complex to erupt in Europe and the countries of the world were once again at war with each other. The man’s wish was granted and his country was begged to help out the war effort. Though at first eager and excited he soon became bored when his superiors told him he would not be needed for the immediate fight. He was then asked to help with the design of a new plane. He knew all sorts of different planes and how to fly them, but the plane that they were asking for had certain criteria, it had to be the fastest, top of the line engine and be able to carry a considerable weight but also not too noisy or easily visible. At first this seemed impossible but the longer he worked with the engineers he was able to create the dream death machine. After finishing this plane for his superiors he had to know what it was for. All they told him at this point was that he would be given his own team and they would be able to end the war with one flight. It had finally come. His dream heroic moment; he would be remembered forever for pulling off the most impressive end to a war.
I stand here writing this letter of utmost importance to the creators of the new world. I am here but here is nowhere. There is nothing left in this world for me, all I can see is a tree, on this country road and the sun being swallowed into a Beijing sunset. I am dying and as I die I pray that so does this toxic environment that I helped create. There is no way that I can simply explain what I wish of the new world but I will tell you a story that hopefully will enlighten you:
There once was a young boy who lived in a country that had the potential The United States of America. This boy had grown up in a hard time with tales of poverty and war surrounding him. His father had been a Marine in the Great War and had died for a honourable cause, or so they say. This boy dreamed to live up to his fathers name and be a hero for his country. As he grew he became more and more obsessed with studying war, although never did it occur to him why people fought. He knew the histories of all the worlds’ greatest wars and unlike everyone else he was not frightened or disgusted, he was ever so intrigued. As the young boy grew into a man the notion of flight became the topic of obsession and by the age of 16 he was taking private flying lessons, which were considerably cheap. He was naturally talented at flying and was quickly asked to join the newly developed United States Army Air Corps. Among his comrades on the training field he was the best, but had no real first hand experience of death or war. He longed to fly in a real war, just like the ones he used to read about.
It only took a few years for a fear complex to erupt in Europe and the countries of the world were once again at war with each other. The man’s wish was granted and his country was begged to help out the war effort. Though at first eager and excited he soon became bored when his superiors told him he would not be needed for the immediate fight. He was then asked to help with the design of a new plane. He knew all sorts of different planes and how to fly them, but the plane that they were asking for had certain criteria, it had to be the fastest, top of the line engine and be able to carry a considerable weight but also not too noisy or easily visible. At first this seemed impossible but the longer he worked with the engineers he was able to create the dream death machine. After finishing this plane for his superiors he had to know what it was for. All they told him at this point was that he would be given his own team and they would be able to end the war with one flight. It had finally come. His dream heroic moment; he would be remembered forever for pulling off the most impressive end to a war.
