If Liberty is to Die, Then are We to Die with it?

The air is thick, providing a dense mist that saturates my clothing. It feels like walking underwater.

My boots sludge through the mud as I listen to General Washington's voice echo in my head. Beside me my fellow soldiers tumble on, leaning on each other for support. There is no clear road ahead, all the markings have long since washed away, leaving us to wander with no absolute destination. I'm starting to wonder how much longer I can go without food in such temperatures.

My chances are looking dim.

We pass few homesteads with wives tucked away inside, desperately trying to protect their offspring from the onslaught of illness that practically permeates the air. I can even hear some of the men around me cough half-heartedly while we trudge on forwards on our empty road.

I'm starting to calculate my chances of survival if I myself get ill.

I've decided to write to my family instead.

In the off chance that the letter isn't intercepted, and does, in fact, reach it's destination; I shall spend my next few days in pure enjoyment from the notion that my mother has heard from me. If not, I will spend my weeks mourning the thought that she will never know that my elder brother has passed in the recent course of freedom.

Oh, freedom, thy single word a fresh start whispered from lips with everlasting reassurance of what might be to come. I know that there are those who oppose the idea, but I can't help but find it renewing. Is it not worth our lives to ensure the free lives of our children, their children, and many generations to come? I cannot conceive such a thing to surpass an ideal as therefore mentioned.

If this cause, this reaction is to end with my death, I will have died happy. The thought the we stood for no intolerance, no injustice, and no enslavement provides pride that cannot be matched.

The pride of a bedraggled man, and his growing, independent country.

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Hey guys! 

So, because this is a blog about writing, I thought I'd give some of mine to you guys!
Basically based around the revolutionary war, I'm trying out some first person journaling! Not sure how I feel about the style (or beginning) but I'll let you be the judge of that. :) ( My excuse to burn some ideas before writing a long paper in a similar style.)

God bless, 

Gwen 

A Thing or Two About Life

Everyone knows that I want to be writer of some kind when I get older. I love typing, I love researching, with the idea that another plot sits around the corner waiting to be discovered.

I've been doing it since I was twelve, and have yet to find it unenjoyable, or stressing.

It's a way of life for me. When I haven't typed in a while my fingers itch for the keys, letting my opinions, heart and soul etch themselves onto paper while I type furiously with mad emotion wild in my head. Consuming thoughts of characters, far away lands, with grassy green fields and purple skies. It's all beautiful me. A talent that I've chosen to use to express who I am, what I stand for, and my imagination. Work isn't work when you love it.

Work can be fun, an endeavor we lack in the monotone and emotionless society of today. Grasp that one thing you enjoy, and hold it close because it only lasts forever. God only calls you for so much. Capture that in your heart, and burn it with the fire of ambition. Stretch your talent, multiply it, then show others how.

With joy, others will find hope.

With love, others will find peace.

Love your work, if nothing else than to be an example on how to love life at its fullest.

If I can write a book that people will love for generations, that I will have done the unthinkable.

But if I can write a poem that will change millions in a fleeting moment that lasts only but seconds every time they read it?

I will have done the impossible.

The whispered truths in writing, that is why I love it.

-Gwen Keller

I'm Just Sayin'

I was recently called a feminist for appreciating a woman who had earned a master's degree in Chemistry in the mid 1960's. She did some horrible things with her career, which was saddening but no better than the many men who were involved as well, but I thought it cool that in a time where it was frowned upon for women, she managed to get a degree. It was in a simply documentary, and a fleeting comment from me.

Woman gets a degree? Cool, you go girl. Now stop and reevaluate your life because you shouldn't be wasting your time killing people in the Cold War.

However, the person I was with told me that I was being liberal in thought, and that it wasn't spectacular that anyone got a degree in Chemistry because, I quote, "It's easy. The fact that she was a woman didn't make it special, she was just as bad. You're such a feminist."

I want to get one thing across: I wouldn't consider myself a feminist. The word is too liberal, while their consideration and ideals regarding rights and human life are flawed. I do, however, support women's rights to vote, and their right to be equally treated as men in the workplace. Call me a feminist, but I believe in natural equality.

So the fact that a woman even got a master's degree in Chemistry was cool for me.

And to whatever twat first believed that women were weaker because they couldn't do a man's work hadn't obviously tried to do a woman's work. God was very specific and intricate when he first created mankind. There were no accidents. Men were to provide, and women were to bare children and care for children while being cared for by the head of the house.

This does not make us weak. This does not make men strong. It is simply what we were designed for. Why women will get daycare jobs easier than men, and why women have more trouble getting a job that's physically more trying. It's a fact of life, and one that does well to not put one sex before the other.

In Spartan society a woman could only get a gravestone when she died, if she died in childbirth.

When could a man get a gravestone?

When he died in battle.

They recognized the importance of women, treated them fairly and even get them an equivalent honor as the men. Not every society is as fair. I would even consider the American society to do an injustice to the women as well.

So yea, a woman getting a degree is kind of cool to hear about. The End.

We may look cute and fluffy with our pink and sparkles, but do not think for one second think that we are weak, because the will of God is ahead of the world, and through him, all things are possible.


-Gwen Keller