The Futility of War and all that Gubbins

Nothing ultimately mattered.
Everyone knew this.
It was necessary, however, to have a purpose.
The purpose was to send young folk to their deaths.
By way of a victory for equality, said young folk were a mixture of races, religions, genders and nationalities.
Yay equality.
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Soldier 1 looked at Soldier 2 and said, “So what shall we do now?”
“We wait,” said Soldier 2.
“For what?”
“The order.”
“Forgive my asking the obvious, but the order to do what?”
Soldier 2 shrugged.
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The generals did the indeterminable-time-and-place-in-the-future equivalent of smoking cigars. And sitting around on comfortable chairs.
“The enemy are advancing,” said General 1.
“We must crush them,” said General 2.
“We must strike them at their very core,” said General 3.
“So how shall we do this?” said General 4.
“We shall give the order,” said General 1.
“Forgive my asking the obvious,” said General 4, “but the order to do what?”
“To expand the front,” said General 1.
“To call up our reserves,” said General 2.
“To bring out the big guns,” said General 3.
So the order was given.
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Much shouting occurred and Soldier 1 and Soldier 2 started to run.
“Where are we running to?” said Solider 1.
“That way!” said Soldier 2.
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The enemy waited. And they waited some more. When they had finished waiting, they employed the secret weapon.
This consisted of someone high up nodding at someone else high up, who pressed a button.
The enemy of the enemy were destroyed.
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The problem with the secret weapon was that it had not been field tested.
So the enemy were also destroyed.
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[ the end ]