I have seen the horrors that man has to offer in his darkest moments and I have seen the Gates of hell only to be turned back. Forced to endure hardships unknown, I scream "Why?" at the heart of the world. Only to be met with silence.
Such is the torment of the watchers. We must be forced to watch the the fate of man unfold before our eyes. The endless cycle of death and rebirth is everpresent. So many times has the name of G-d been called out for the purpose of war. And by those dying from everything man has brought forth. What attrocities hath man wraught?
We must watch as dying individuals call out to us for help. To no avail for we must watch only to see the tears in their eyes. When they realize we are there for their last moments on earth. We are their guides to the world beyond. Once the life has left their eyes our jobs begin. We ask why must there be so much war? It is the nature of man to covet what the other has.
War solves all problems; No man, No problem. After the battle has been fought, after the war has been won. Who shall be left to celebrate? In peace sons bury their fathers, In war fathers bury their sons.