"Only the dead have seen the end of war." - Plato I was introduced to the harsh realities of war at a very young age. Though I was never around the brutality of war, growing up with a brother who was a Marine allowed me glimpses into how much pain and damage war can cause. As a child I was very ignorant and couldn't even explain to you what exactly my brother did or what war meant. It wasn't until one night while I was sitting on the couch with my mom and my two sisters watching the news. I had no clue as to what they were talking about and was even more clueless when they started naming off names of men who were also soldiers, as my brother was. I remember looking at my mom when the list was finally over and being angry to see her crying but glad to also see her relieved. I decided then that I hated "the war . I hated everything associated with it because I knew that war was the reason my brother was gone a majority of the time. I took it upon myself to ask my older sister what exactly my brother did as a Marine as I still didn't quite grasp the concept of war other than knowing that I hated it. After that night, it had been as clear as it could get to someone in grade school. The next eight years consisted of letters and phone calls that were scarce, if at all, and me resenting war. At a young age I decided that I had completely disagreed with war, which I still do to this day. To believe and agree with something that has the ability to take, without hesitation, a father, brother, or a son is ludicrous to me. But is there such thing as a world without war? No. Each brutality of a war leads to another and another and so on. So why strive to win a war if it only leads you back to the beginning of another with a different cause? Now, I do believe in fighting for your rights and beliefs, but not in such a way where casualties are a result of it. In time, I became more and more enraged with the idea of war. It hadn't only hit me