Merry Christmas

I know it's been hard since he went away. You sit at home looking out the window hoping he'd come back someday. But he won't. Not this Christmas and not the next. You'll never see him again because he died while trying to save all of us. But know that always when you think your without, know that you are always within the heart of somebody that still cares. Merry Christmas and try not to hold a grudge against the people he was fighting. They are wondering the same thing. And a little boy is mourning the death of a father just like you, or a mother or even their entire family. For them, they have nobody else. They'll grow up just like you and have hatred for a complete stranger just like you. You won't know each other but you will hate each others guts. And the cycle will continue until the end of time.

Perhaps the story was that your father was fighting the other child's father and somehow they both got killed. The siblings of each family swore revenge on the people responsible. You both grew up with hate and made your life into this giant ball of evil. You decide to go overseas to fight in the name of your father. The other child trains to be a suicide bomber. Somehow in 1 in a million chance, you both meet unknowingly overseas on the same ground your fathers died many years ago. You hate this person and that person hates you but neither of you have done any wrong until you reach for your gun and he reaches for his switch to set off the suicide bomb. You both have nothing to live for so dying would be the easy way to escape the pain. But somehow fate intervened and the gun will not shoot and the bomb will not explode. Coincidence? Maybe, or could be both fathers not wanting the same fate for their own children. Merry Christmas little Bobby Jo and Saalam.