The invasion had ended
The landscape potted and charred
The bodies of comrades and enemies
Scattered across the landscape
The war is over
And neither side has won
The generals are gone
And their subordinates
And their subordinates
Down to the lowly soldiers
It is in our hands now
I see motion off in the distance
It is an enemy
Hiding behind bushes
I raise my weapon
He sees me and raises his
We stand for a while
Aiming our weapons at each other
I realize that it is pointless
And then I throw down my weapon
He grins evilly at me
A horrible grin, with blackened teeth
He rubs his head, and then
Rubs his trigger
And then I speak quickly
I have one question for you
I say
Can you answer it?
Why?