I'm not sure what I'm going to write about. I'm really not. See, there are so many things I could talk about or, better still, ponder- as the story title suggests- on.
I think I should start from the beginning, shouldn't I? But what is the beginning? And what in the world am I talking about? Or more importantly, who am I? Also what kind of story is this?
Worry not, all those questions will be answered in time; in the meantime, though, just sit back, relax and enjoy.
Funny how people lie, isn't it? Yeah I'm sure you'll agree. Of course you will. I'm bashing lying after all and who likes lying? Nobody, that's who. But you see, I don't think that was a lie;or if it was, the ones telling it were so convincing that even they started believing it. The war to end all wars, they said- yeah we actually bought that. Well, at least for some time but it was crystal clear to me that more wars were going to happen.
Let me take you back to 1931 aka the year I realised another great war was on its way.
