FullMetal Tragedies: A Letter To The Military

FullMetal Tragedies: A Letter To The Military

...We do not expect it to ever happen. It is rare for a child to experience it...yet, in an adult\'s eyes, so common...Why? We have witnessed it, as had the entire earth. It is not something that happens once in a lifetime, but everyday of our lives. Yet in being so common a practice of life, it has become rare to see these days. These horrible days that one does not wish to think about. In a tight knitted community, this can happen everyday to one person...but when one person is known, it becomes that horrible, rare, unusual, and depressing day...

The day when it rains...Not just when it rains, but when it rains everywhere, in every country and every ocean. When dark clouds cover the world and pours its depression on us. It is these days that we try to avoid, these days we never expect, but we know it happens, every day of our life.

I never wanted it to happen, and I feel guilty, that someone I love pulled such a tragedy off...I feel pitiful as I sit on this gravestone, overlooking where the one I love sits. How could he have done such a thing? How could I let it happen? Why is it these days, and only these days, do we humans feel as if...nothing can be saved. We are our own gods, and those too weak of themselves pray to what they believe are gods. But either way, gods are no more then us. People. Humans. Artificial but alive...in some way or form we are alive, as are they.

I cannot say how sorry I am Roy. Hawkeye. Havoc. Fuery. I cannot tell you how sorry I am even if I had the true power of gods. It was a mistake, and stupid immature mistake that the bastard should of never pulled off. I hope she burns, burns and burns until she cannot burn anymore. Let her burn for as long as he smiled, as everyone smiled. I damn her more, and when she finally dies, I walk and dance in a grave dance on her own tombstone, on her coffin. But I dare not tread near yours. I cannot, it is not allowed.

I am truly sorry...and I cannot say this without giving you what proof I have that I am sorry...I have left this image. I have left this picture, this letter, with tear-stained paper and the quill included, the quill I used to write this, the quill I strangled in both pain and hatred.

So what else can be my proof, other then he? The very one who killed Hughes...

He did kill him. I cannot lie about that, and I will not keep it a secret from you, despite it may take my life to the bastard woman\'s hands. He killed him. But he did not kill him with the passion with which he wanted to kill Ed. He killed him because of his stupid self, for believing her. Oh and how he believed her. And it was then he did it, and not until after that he realized any of this.

But he was also there.

Yes. He was there. He was most certainly there, as was I, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath, Pride. We were all there. And Envy was there. Yes. Envy was definitely there. But he was not with us. No, I cannot ever say that he was with us, and definitely not with her. He was standing behind you Roy. He was there...I could easily see his long hair just barely sprouting about that uniform he once again shifted into...But his head was down farther then anyone\'s. And when everyone left, he came to us and kept standing in your direction, in his direction.

No matter how much you come to hate the Homunculi, no matter how much you believe it is their own minds concocting these terrible plans, I want you to know from me, that it is not. It is her. Not him. Not us. Not them...It is her. And no matter how much you come to realize that you did see Envy there, that when you turned for that brief moment to notice the beings topping the gravestones in the distance, but still there;...you will realize something else. You will realize it just as much as I realized it.

Envy cried.

Despite his damned soul he cried, and he cried with what emotion I never knew one could have. But he cried.

Who cannot cry, when they see what they have done?

She lost her father, as he did his...but she can never find her father as he can.

She was so much like him...she choked on Mercury. Those little spheres of water...filled with pain and agony. Those tears.

He remembered the photo that fell from his pocket on the ground, as he watched the frantic husband get to his friend. His best friend at that, with the emotional breakdown as if he had lost his wife.

And it was then that the clouds circled the globe.

It was then that the world cried.

It was then that the day of rain made itself known to everyone.


And he cried.