Months that shook Planet Bob

A Poem on the Doomhouse-NPO War

It was a time of hope and a time of challenge, A time of despair and a time of revenge, A time of an Emperor that left and of one that came, A time of a Regent to come and of one to go, A time of great gallantry and of glory, A time of solemn duty, brave camaraderie and daring heroism, A time that showed who we and who our foes are, A time that was etched on the collective mind of Pacifica.

In dignity and anticipation of the things to come, We slowly walked the way to war, Carrying our burden, Struggling with battle odds and all its elements, Sometimes struggling with ourselves, Silently we pass, eternal warriors to become, Towards the Unknown beyond the mist of space and time, In order to perform nothing but the ancient ritual of men that march to war.

The sun burns down with scorching power, As trudging men converge to their death right lying ahead, Carrying rucksacks, guns and their combat harnesses, Rubbing their aching backs, Moving the wet and dirty boots, Blisters full of blood and swollen feet, The combat will come up without a doubt, And then the scout shouts out: “GET DOWN! ENEMY IN SIGHT!”

Dramatic firefights, Distant artillery white and yellow blinks, Multi barreled Gatling guns moan for good, Bombs carve into the battlefield, Rockets flash all over the place, Tanks push forward, Cracking thunder splits the nearby tree line, Steel, flesh and bones mix up to but one gigantic lump.

And suddenly it stops, Now almost unbearable silence rings, Through the smoke roils a shaft of sunlight, so strangely out of place, There remains nothing but Chaos, disarray, disorder and confusion, And every survivor is on their own, Another battlefield in a war that came to an end, And the bodies and ruins and wrecks ask: “Why did men die? Was it necessary? Or was it a waste? Or what was it about?”

We have been flayed and battered, We have been betrayed by but a few deserters, We have atoned for the sins of the past, We have fought foes that outnumbered us, We have brought the Pacifican Spirit home to Doomhouse, We have made clear that Pacifica will endure whatsoever axis of evil, We have revealed that Lady Pacifica will never fall.

Authored by Caius Alexandrian on May 28, 2011