disclaimer: I own it not

This is just a drabble I threw together late at night because the idea just wouldn't leave me alone. I'm not sure I like it, but here it is anyway. It's in Hawk's POV.

Review please.

Damn you.

Damn you! Do you hear me?! Do you hear anything?!

You listen to no one, so why would I be any different?

Damn you. You're the one that did this to me. You're the reason I'm here. If it weren't for you I would be living happily still. I wouldn't see ghostly faces dancing behind my eyes. I wouldn't hear the whistling screams of shells, the grating death screams of writhing soldiers, the silent screaming of my sanity withering.

You've been around longer than I have. Share your wisdom with me. Tell me, why do men, stupid creatures that we are, always choose your way? Tell me, are you worth it?

Damn you! I don't believe in you! But I'm here because of you! We're all here because of you! How many have died over the years for you? And what has it solved?

What pact do you have with Death? He gets his quota, and what do you get in return? Do you enjoy the honor, the glory, the patriotism, the romanticized image attached to your name? Do you enjoy making all the headlines? Maybe you even enjoy the darker side of your publicity, the criticisms, the accounts of the ugliness and the senselessness. Who cares what they talk about, right? It's all free publicity.

Damn you. Damn you to the deepest circle of hell.

No. Damn you to the deepest hell of yourself. After all, war isn't hell. War is war and hell is hell, and of the two, war is worse. Damn you to the deepest hell of war.