My novel heavily focuses on terrorism as a theme, in light of what happened in Paris and what is now happening all around Europe, I wanted to share a little piece of the novel which focuses on Blake as a character. I try not to be too controversial and keep both sides balanced so I picked this section out after careful thought. I hope you like it.
“You can never understand this war Emma,” Henry said as I sat puzzled in the back of the lorry. This caused most of the people in the lorry to look at us. Expectant of conversation they looked at us with glossy eyes. “I am not trying to understand it Henry,” I told him as I jolted in my seat due to a bump in the road “I am trying to justify it.” As gasps filled the lorry Henry smiled. Blake looked at me and said “which part would you like justifying Emma, ours or theirs?” with a strong Scottish accent and an answer on this tongue for both sides, I gave Blake a look which told him to continue. He looked around at some of the younger faces in the lorry, the humans that he knew might not ever go home to their families and whipped his brow with a tissue. “How many people have to go without for others to sit in fields of gold? You cannot send a man to the moon and expect it not to change the tide,” he began strongly watching the young men and women hang on his every word “Millions of people watch billions of dollars, evaporate into the atmosphere that day. When those millions of people struggled to put food on the plates for their children,” some in the lorry shook their heads but most new what he was saying was the blatant and punishing truth “And can you imagine if then you still had to live in the dirt for years and years after that, the east of this earth have lived in our shadow of greatness just long enough to learn how to destroy us and we aren’t ready to give everything we have up, not to them,” he paused for a sip of water before saying “We either die in the shadow of the east or we fight for the shadow of the west; and this is the war we fight today.”