One day my child looked at me and said ,

Dad why do we have wars ?

I replied ,

Usually because someone wants to rule or control some other persons country or land . 

 

He looked concerned and said ,

Dad are soldiers frightened when they have to go to war ? 

No one likes to admit it son but yes sometimes we are .

He reached out and held my hand .

 

 

When will the war be over dad ?

My little child asked me .

Well son until D Day comes and we have no more armies .

Until someone step's aside and shows that they care .

 

Then he asked ,

Dad do we have to breath in the same air as those who make war with us ?

Son , I'm afraid we do I said .

But we're searching space for another world out there .

 

 

Dad is our world running out of space ?
I answered ,

Son, residential rulers are living in their small worlds everyday .

There is no place on earth left for them to hide  .

 

Dad if those rulers are our enemies ,

will they go to heaven or hell when they die ?

He asked .

God only knows their fate my son,

I'm not the judge of that ,

I replied .

 

Then he asked ,

Dad is there enough room in heaven or hell 

for everyone to live after we have died .

I certainly hope so .

I said .

But he looked puzzled and said . 

 

Dad if there's not will there be wars there too .

I took him in my arms and laughed and  said ,

I have to go to war now son .

We said our goodbye and I kissed him on the head .

 By Paul McCann

 

 

 

 

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