Unironically brings back childhood memories. The plates in the cabinets clinking around from the occasional big one with the ever so slight thuds felt in the ground. Wondering if it was gonna be a short or long exercise before ide go back to killing ice giants in runescape. The family gathered on the other side of the couch watching tv without reaction in the slightest. The only thing i miss from California was living near pendleton. Its almost bizarre to think that i spent my elementary years hearing bombs and artillery without having it be correlated with danger. If my memory serves correct, it became much more frequent after 9/11 which actually made me feel like things were okay after seeing everyone freak out that day. Never realized how little people have had the luxury of experiencing such sounds without the danger.
it feels like being an army at pacific war. trying to hide from japanese and paranoia before sleep in the middle night. but at a same time, i feel safe with all my bud company
There is nothing "relaxing" in war, I hope everyone understands it, naming the video in this way is a spit towards the graves of millions of people who died in meaningless wars.
I find it relaxing since it reminds me that I am a human that could recognize fears and horrors.. I am afraid if I lose this feeling ever since something happened..
Weird how sounds of war can actually be sort of comforting, in some possibly twisted way. I like that this one combines rain and thunder with battlefield noises in the distance. I just wish the logo would either disappear after a few minutes or was not right in the middle of the screen.
Marupil, Popasna, Severodonetsk, Rubizhne, Soledar, Bakhmut, Avdiivka, Vugledar, Maryinka, Krasnohorivka, Lyman, Kupyansk, Vovchansk, Chasiv Yar, Ocheretine. How many more cities must be destroyed so that Russia stops killing its army and its citizens for Donbas cities?
Dear Mike This letter is to be read by you and you alone. Don’t join up. Don’t sign up to fight and don’t buy into to any recruiters’ bullshit. I got your last letter telling me that you’re thinking of quitting your defense job and enlisting. I can’t tell you how mad it made me to read the words “We can finish this thing together” like something out of a newsreel. We’ll let me tell you what’s really happening here. I’m writing this letter from a makeshift tent in a half finished foxhole. It’s raining now, been raining on and off for about a day or two and it’s gonna keep on raining for the foreseeable future. Every few minutes fresh rounds of artillery come screaming in like meteors and all you can do is pray that it’s not landing near you. We can’t even leave our foxholes to use the bathroom because no one wants to die with their pants down. I can’t tell you where I am or where I’m going to be but I can tell you it’s not somewhere you want to be. I can tell you I’ve seen what men do to each other and what they turn into whether they want to or not. I can tell you there are plenty of boys over here already and more are arriving every day. I swear each batch of new guys they send me get younger and younger. I know next to nothing about the guys in my platoon. I may be their lieutenant and platoon leader but every time I get to know somebody even a little they end up dead or in pieces. So I don’t even bother anymore. Brother, you have it made back home so don’t give it all up just to be another casualty. I see kids like you arriving to the front every day and sooner or later they end up bloodied and broken. Even if they don’t get hit, they’re never the same after a few days of action. I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever be the same guy you knew after all of this death. Let me be blunt Mike, if I run into you out here the Germans won’t be the only ones trying to kill you. It’s bad enough Nicks in the Pacific and I’m out here. We don’t need another son jumping in and out of foxholes. This war will be won. But this family needs at least one son to survive it. Stay home and stay safe. Hug mom for me and tell dad to keep sending me the scores to the Trojans games. Hearing about the Alma mater is about the only good news I get out here. Love David
