“ He continued to see inevitable events from the past as avoidable, long after they'd taken their course. ”
We don't all make it out the other side, not all of us. But somewhere, there's the click of a pen, a proud signature, a father's hand on a young man's shoulder, and we reload. That's the sound of our collective gun cocking, the click of a pen. That's us racking another round in the chamber. Fire that boy out, hope you hit something. If he gets three before he goes home in his own bag, then the numbers look good. That father gets his medal. No one else to wear it.
~ Hugh Howey
Maybe he wasn’t there to lead so much as to provide an illusion to the others that they were being led.
Where's the everlasting peace? Is there even such a thing? Or do we war like alien races war, eternally, against ourselves?
Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy.