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Each Bullet Screams Your Name by abyssinia4077 (R)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: Gen; John Sheppard, Acastus Kolya
Length: 2,355
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abyssinia4077
Author Website: Masterlist of Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
Because this piece feels so gut-wrenchingly real; there are no easy answers and you can't help but feel for John in all of these possible alternate universes that the author shows. This story is so perfectly structured, and is a wonderful exploration of the shades of gray during war.
The Air Force had taught John the proper way to fold his sheets, the importance of early morning runs, and the awesomeness of flying at two hundred miles per hour. But the most important lesson it taught was that war wasn't personal. A soldier didn't hate, didn't know the name of the soldiers he shot at, who shot at him. He was only a cog in a giant machine fighting for ideas, for countries. That was what made killing in war different from murder. It wasn't personal.
Like everything else, Pegasus had turned this idea topsy-turvy. Kolya taught John what it meant to be personal, and John had always been a quick learner.
Each Bullet Screams Your Name
Pairing: Gen; John Sheppard, Acastus Kolya
Length: 2,355
Author on LJ:
abyssinia4077Author Website: Masterlist of Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
Because this piece feels so gut-wrenchingly real; there are no easy answers and you can't help but feel for John in all of these possible alternate universes that the author shows. This story is so perfectly structured, and is a wonderful exploration of the shades of gray during war.
The Air Force had taught John the proper way to fold his sheets, the importance of early morning runs, and the awesomeness of flying at two hundred miles per hour. But the most important lesson it taught was that war wasn't personal. A soldier didn't hate, didn't know the name of the soldiers he shot at, who shot at him. He was only a cog in a giant machine fighting for ideas, for countries. That was what made killing in war different from murder. It wasn't personal.
Like everything else, Pegasus had turned this idea topsy-turvy. Kolya taught John what it meant to be personal, and John had always been a quick learner.
Each Bullet Screams Your Name