Uprising and rebellion can feel so fruitless. Sacrificing not only your own life, but the life of others in the hope that your plan succeeds. Never getting to know if or what effect your loss has had. Whether it made any noticeable difference in ending things for good.
But without these sacrifices and risks taken, we simply lay down and accept defeat; there is no chance of ever beating the machinery of terror.
It's such a conflicting thing to mull over, but I don't think there are enough words in the dictionary of human language to be able to adequately explain how it must feel to be in the position.
Uprising and rebellion can feel so fruitless. Sacrificing not only your own life, but the life of others in the hope that your plan succeeds. Never getting to know if or what effect your loss has had. Whether it made any noticeable difference in ending things for good.
But without these sacrifices and risks taken, we simply lay down and accept defeat; there is no chance of ever beating the machinery of terror.
It's such a conflicting thing to mull over, but I don't think there are enough words in the dictionary of human language to be able to adequately explain how it must feel to be in the position.
