"Gettysburg: Darkest Days & Finest Hours" Complete Civil War Docu-Drama

I am currently going through the series of war videos and find it amazing fact of life. Living life is an everyday issue about people, what kind of people, what they believe and how they live. How they were some how in a belief that kept them living with slavery everyday. What are people? how can you know that people are not a single idea. Though monarchies and communism is an idea, so is democracy, not eveyone has the same perspective of anyone of these ideas. people can be so vastly different even under the same flag.

The many hardships and struggles that human life endures without any sense of understanding it. Bitterness life can bring about, the unhappiness, the struggles I can never fully write them correctly. It keeps me writing because I feel such a obligation to be able to explain the truth of war as how it is a suffering that our society does not understand. How people do feel the suffering that has happened, a respect for it damage to the day of living. The future and what that means, some people say that if you dont fully understand the truths of the past you are bound to negligently repeat and endure them. I find this so  harsh and unbearable yet I know I am only one person....you have to let go of people to their crated problems. 

Hatred--you can come to hate human beings for their negligent ways, their moment of perceived gains to a pain upon the living. To endure war is a form of hatred it has the most forms of hatred that has ever existed. to hate the ways of other lives knowing they will cause you so much hurt and injury. To go into war and to become that living existence ....feels of a hatred that no words or writing seem to be able to express for me. Argue, disagree, to not find a non injurious solution something I can find to describe in words.... life become these non resolved sufferings.

I have not watched any replication that really expresses these truths of life, disagreements, and war. I wish  to have a part of my life that is like a picture, a poem, a book words descriptive and expressive of the what it is.  I write not just to find a place to start, to write, to describe how and what sacrifice* is and the failures that make it a necessity. Hatred is so synonymous to the need for sacrifice it makes you cry it changes you as person it forces you into someone existence. All the while people around you are happy, prosperous, they are celebrating their new freedoms, money, families, their rights. Some died without any of these things or the possibility of safety, of love, of home.....