I contemplated the question, and replied slowly,
“Because I fear peace.
Not the idea of peace; rather, the disdain of my comrades, if I do not fight.
I fight because I am not brave enough to do otherwise.
I am cowardly.
Afraid.”
“Tell Me Something, Old Friend: Why Are You Fighting?”
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
How beautifully said !I truly believe it is the courageous who are afraid and the foolhardy who are not:-)
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I appreciate your sentiment. Thanks very much.
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🙂
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I like how the speaker got to the heart of the matter so quickly after first giving a different answer.
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Thank you
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Going with the crowd…they way it usually is.
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Peer pressure is almost as powerful a solvent as water. It can really break you down.
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A great truth!
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🙂
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This is just beautifully done…
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Thank you. I am blushing.
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Few would admit fear… but that honest admission alone makes the person brave (in my eyes.)
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Kind of a catch 22 isn’t it. In order to demonstrate courage you must first admit cowardice. Thanks for the comment Janna. I appreciate your insight.
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wonderful twist on the prompt. Excellent. Actually my last entry on this blog though not for this is a gargleblaster lol
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Gracias
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Fearing peace, fearing change – fear in general is always crippling.
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So true, so true.. Thanks
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Fear is sometimes more powerful than love or light, which is distressing. How often we cower when we could rise instead.
Our comrades are always a determining force, which saddens me. (although I know that I am guilty of the sheep mentality more often than not)
a very thoughtful piece on peace.
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Thank you Kir – I’m glad you took the time to read and consider.
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I love the juxtaposition of the fighter being cowardly. Awesome job!
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Thank you Genna. Thank you very much.
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unique answer. not so cowardly after all.
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Maybe still cowardly but strong enough to admit it. That would be the first step towards meaningful change.
Thanks
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Great take on the prompt; torn between fears. (The word “disdain” jarred me somehow, in context, though. Maybe because I was reading it in a street kid’s voice?)
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You opened my eyes. I hadn’t even contemplated “Street Kid” when I wrote it. I guess we jarred each other! Thanks!
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Peer pressure, expectations, national pride… These are are powerful incentives to continue on fighting. Great post.
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Thank you very much indeed.
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Oooo, interesting! What a conundrum. I love the contrasting perspectives. Great job. Thanks for linking up!
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Thank you for all the good stuff and hard work you do to keep this running. I love it here!
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I like your take on the prompt, and presentation of fighting as the cowardly option instead of something to be proud of. So many horrific things happen because of people’s desire not to be looked down upon by their comrades, and I’m glad you wrote about it!
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Thanks Kay – Thanks for reading and thanks for your support! This is a great place to write because of people like you!
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