Our generation has had many ups and downs. But the one thing everyone has had to deal with is death. Death is something that comes at unexpected times. You never seem to know when it will happen until it happens. As a gundam pilots they have faced death time and time again. Each one a little different but death nonetheless.

*~FLASHBACK~*
I ran as fast as I could back to my home. <My only home> Damn those people coming here trying to hurt everyone! I didn't want this to happen. �Oh no.� My knees hit the ground when I saw what had happen. My only home where I had food, shelter, and kind people around me was burned to the ground.

I could hear the screams of those trying to cling to life. I wanted my family back. If that what you could call them. Sister Helen and Father Maxwell were like parents to me and NO ONE will ever know what it felt like to be the only one alive after the massacre. I looked over to where one boy was and nearly broke down before I could get over to her. Sister Helen. Her face was ashen and the smell of smoke and burnt flesh clung to her. I held her in my small arms as best I could. �Duo, the came while you were gone. The killed Father and burned the Church. In the CHURCH! *cough* Duo take care of yourself this is the time I will pass on to a better life.� Sister Helen coughed and pulled out a crucifix cross. �Take this and let God show you your path Duo. I love-� She closed her eyes one final time and died in my arms.
*~End Flashes~*

People shouldn't feel the pain and suffering all the time. It something that hurts gravely. No one should even feel the pain of losing a pet or something that's alive and well. But some things that are supposed to come out sooo good turn out to be something you hate. Just like this boy.

<I haven't always hated my birthday. I used to love it and celebrate it with my sisters every year. That was until I found out about my mother. I used to think that I was a test-tube baby just like every one of my sisters. It turns out that my father had loved one woman and when he found out she was pregnant with me, his first son out of 29 girls, he jumped with joy. He loved my mother very much. I found out that my birthday, the day that you�re supposed to rejoice in another year older was the day my mom died. She died because of me. Died because she couldn't handle the birth. Now birthdays are something I don�t want. Now with my empathic abilities I feel how much it hurts for my remaining family to give a celebration on another year. I hate the pain. I want the pain to go away. But the only way for the pain to go away is with something I hate doing and hate receiving. Death. My dad is gone and with all the pain and everything surrounding me I almost lost my mind. It was because of me and the war my dad is dead. He�s dead cause the people didn�t want to listen. I didn�t want to listen. He wanted to show me why peaceful ways were the best , and died because of it.>

Some people may be the stuck up kind and don�t want to be near others that much, while they burrow their noses in books that will block out the bad surrounding feelings. But when you look up from your pleasantries and see the world crashing down around you, you wonder, Is this my generation?

POV
I was a scholar. I always had my nose in a book of some kind. While a war was being fought outside of my home, I stayed back and looked into my beloved books. The Wife, I was only fourteen at the time of my arranged marriage, Merian was a warrior and always had to brag it in my face trying to make me forget my books. When she was killed in battle and died trying to protect my home I had put down the books and never picked them up again. I took my gundam and went off to serve justice and avenge for what happened to my people. My gundam was Nataku despite the name Shenlong that it was given. Since it was my fault she and my colony were destroyed I grieved and mourned in the clothes of white. For death is what was around me all the time. Is this what our generation should be like?
End POV

~*Flashback*~
�Hey you! Nanashi!�
�Hn?� Nanashi replied.
�Come �ere, kid.� The gruff guy ordered.
The small kid looked to be no more than 7. His bangs were at a slant and covered over his green eyes. As he sauntered over the guy had a smirk on his face. �Yes, sir?�

They guy grabbed his arm and dragged him into one of the foul smelling rooms. He pushed the boy to his knees. Pulling down the front of his pants the officers cock sprung out. �Suck it.� He demanded. The small boy had been through this before but that didn�t mean he had to like it. He didn�t want to put his mouth on that. He just wanted to be somewhere safe and away from the men. The small eyes quivered with fright. �I don�t want to.�

�You better boy!� He slapped the kid hard. After a couple kicks connected with his small ribs and too small stomach he told him to stop and he would do it. <I would think kids would be safe from this. I never wanted to do this and I don�t like be forced to either. I just want to be left alone.> Nanashi thought sadly. He never let the tears come but his eyes went cold as the officer shoved his dick into the boys mouth moaning with pleasure. �Gods yes! Suck harder you little tramp!� He yelled.

Nanashi's throat and mouth hurt and he wanted to stop now! The green eyes narrowed as he pulled out a knife. He clamped his teeth hard on the digit in his mouth the guy above him screamed in pain. He pulled away and was about to pull out his gun. The officer was too slow for the boy cut his throat in one quick movement. Nanashi looked down at his hands that had the man�s blood on it. Two small but lethal hands. <I wanted a family and someone to care about. I have no emotions anymore. Is this what kids have to face all the time? Is this what my generation will be like?>
~*End Flash*~

What if you were never alone? Someone always watching you? Turning you into a perfect toy for him to play with. If the grownups are not there to show you the right path and instead leading you into one of destruction what will your generation do?

POV
Dr. J never left me alone and he kept studying me as if I was some lab rat. I think the rats have it better off. I was made for one purpose and one purpose only. To complete the mission. The mission.... Could I face the challenge? Could I complete the task of killing thousands? Would I go to earth be a merciless killer? Can I accepted the mission? Mission accepted, Mission complete. I don�t know what generation I�m from. All I know is that this is one fucked up world. With al it�s idealists, sadists, and so called helpers of the world.

Well I could give a damn because I would rather die then live in this fucked up world. This is my generation.
End POV

While they have to face many different kinds of deaths, tragedies, and spiteful things that is what there generation is. That is what there generation will always carry. So while their war has come, gone, and come again...

Their generation.

We are the children. You forgot us, you tortured us, you killed us, You left us alone. We had nothing but what you showed us. War, blood, sadness, grief. You were no parents to us and you didn�t show us they way...

We are war orphans. We are alone in this world. We have seen it all. We have experienced it first hand. We are war orphans and will not make the same mistakes you have made. We are war orphans and we will rectify your mistakes!

What have you done to these children? The ones who will never see their parents again or those you still haven�t seen them at all. What have you done? You�ve destroyed them.

And again...while war has come, gone, and come again for these children. If this is there generation...

What will our generation be like?

~owari~

1. I had originally written this like.... along while ago and never finished it. Then after the attacks is made me think what will our generation be like? And I decided to finish it. But this was never written for the reason of the terrorist attack. But I pray for them and their families.