327 Senior Essay, Second Place Esmé Schovanek, Branch #134 - Malahat (continued) TShird Place filled with a surge of anger. I was mad at the world for what had happened to my uncle. I was furiously battling with this concept that war was the reason for so much loss. It was all becoming real at that moment. I was no longer desensitized to the effects of war, instead I was feeling them in their real, raw form. So, in conclusion, this essay is dedicated to Matt. It is for the man he is, the man he was and the man he could've been. I have cursed our world, questioning its cruel outcomes for kind people and I have muddled in my own frustration for hours on end. It all seems so unfair. It is unfair to me, a young girl who never got to truly know her uncle. It is unfair to my father, who lost a large part of his brother that day and who had to come to terms with the fact that he won’t ever get that back. And, of course, it is unfair to Matthew. A man who, at the ripe age of 24, had an accident which settled his fate to be a man defined by war for the remainder of his life. I know to be grateful that we did not lose Matt completely when he was over in Bosnia as so many other families have, but the comparison flosses at the hands of war offer me no comfort. So, this November, I will honour Matt and all those like him who have sacrificed pieces of themselves for war, and alongside that I will pray that soon we will find ourselves caught in a world that does not require such sacrifices for a promise of peace.
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