Alex Windwalker's thoughts 1919

"Sometimes I wonder, when will war end," thought Alex.

"Sakiria, ImperialRussia, Trashkanistan, Stigyan, Greenlandic North, Uniopolis, so many in this world. I wonder...."

"Did the mayor of Mexico think of the fellowmen he would shed, did Ysabel think whether blockading the coast was a good idea risking war, did the ruling family of Trashkanistan think of the lives lost during the Mexican-Trashkan War?"

"Did I think..., about the Sakirian lives lost, from that aerial attack," sighs Alex.

"What a messed up world we live in. Ironic, from freeing ourselves from the chains of the carnal desires of animals, to chaining ourselves to war."

"Leaders, politicians, we speak of grand things, and that shedding young blood for their own homeland is right and just."

"If only it was a dream. In the end I'm just the president of Ursia, Land of the Sleeping Bear. I will protect my home, and no king or queen from the other side of the world will change that."

Alex storms out of the hallway into the War Room.