TITLE: The Youth
AUTHOR: Mara Jade
SUMMARY: They should be happy, they should be laughing, but they can't…
SPOILERS: None, I think.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Damn my muse for distracting me from my English Literature essay!! Well I was looking at the poem and this jumped out and hit me right between the eyes. Repeatedly. Until I gave in and wrote this.
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It was over.
The war with the Goa'uld was finally over.
They should have been happy.
They should have been out with the crowds of celebrating people, who had only recently learnt of the existence of both the Goa'uld and the Stargate.
He was stood at attention, Hammond one side of him, Carter the other, Daniel and Teal'c next to her.
Of the people who had worked at the SGC few of the original were left, and of those there wasn't a happy face in the impeccably uniformed crowd.
Further on he could see the faces of the civilian crowd, an ecstatic sea of relief and pride.
The costs had been horrendous.
Looking out at the people gathered Jack couldn't help but see the faces of the hundreds, if not thousands of young men and women that had been lost over the last few years.
He hated himself for the youth, the life that he he'd had, and would continue to have but they had been denied.
Even more he hated the people who had encouraged them to sign up, that had told them they would be heroes.
The smiling, excited new recruits had soon learned it wasn't true.
The crowd hushed to listen to the president before they held a two minute silence "in commemoration of those who bravely sacrificed their lives so that we could live."
As the keening wail of the bugle sounded out in the silence, played with the emotion known only to the few survivors Jack couldn't, and wouldn't stop the tears that flowed freely down his face, making the bobbing heads of the all-to-cheerful crowd waver and blur into one roiling mass of celebrators.
If he had looked around him he would have seen that every single member of the SGC was crying freely, mourning the young lives that had been lost for them.
The last verse of an old World War 1 poem thrust itself into Jack's mind, sounding out to him over the last mournful notes of the bugle.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eyes
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
The verse is from the Poem 'Suicide in the Trenches' By Siegfried Sassoon.
Wish I could write a poem that could, but sadly I can't!
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