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whattingawhat) wrote2007-10-30 01:38 pm
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writing_muses Prompt #8: Acceptable Loss
Acceptable Losses
Acceptable losses is a military concept relating to the fact that there are likely to be casualties in any military operation; therefore, if military action is to be taken, it will proceed with the understanding that the goal will not be to limit casualties to zero, but to a number considered acceptable
So I found this definition on Wikipedia. Giles has me making a wiki for the Slayers. I’ve been surfing around there a lot lately. Anyway, that’s sort of not the point.
Loss.
I kind of hate that word.
More than kind of.
And none of it is acceptable.
Losing Jesse. Not Acceptable.
Losing Ford. Not Acceptable.
Losing Angel. On my seventeenth birthday. Not Acceptable.
Losing Jenny. Not Acceptable.
Losing Kendra. Not Acceptable
Losing Angel again. Not Acceptable.
Losing Principal Snyder…okay. Kind of Acceptable. What! I have to pick someone that was acceptable and I did say kind of. Besides. He was in cahoots with evil.
Losing Angel. Again. Not Acceptable.
Losing Riley. Not Acceptable.
Losing Mom. Totally. Not. Acceptable.
Losing Tara. Not Acceptable.
Losing Jonathan. Not Acceptable.
Losing Warren. As much as I’d like to say acceptable for Willow’s sake…not acceptable.
Losing Anya. Not Acceptable.
Losing Spike. Not Acceptable.
Losing Slayerettes. Not Acceptable.
Losing myself…I think this was a given. It was always going to happen and it would have so much earlier if it hadn’t been for the people who love me.
Losing Dawn. This one I stopped. This one was the place I said Not Acceptable and I meant it.
Losing Heaven. No comment. It’s not as if making one is going to change anything.
Losing that pair of really fantastic tan boots with the wooden heel. So not acceptable.
I’m a slayer and my whole life is this war between good and evil. Somehow I’m supposed to bridge that gap and make sure good stays in the lead. Ideally I nip things in the bud as Giles would say but sometimes things kind of go ‘spoldy before I get to them. That’s when apocalypses happen and an apocalypse is like a war. Wars have causalities whether we like it or not. I’ve lost friends and slayers alike. I thought it would be easier, losing a slayer as opposed to a ‘civilian’ as Riley would say. It’s not. Just because they’re destined to die doesn’t mean their death doesn’t count as much as it counted when Jenny died or Tara. There’s still this aching, hollow spot inside but because there’s an apocalypse happening there’s not time to pour ice cream and girl movies into the hollow spot. Its war and I have to keep moving until it’s won.
Afterwards there’s a lot of ice cream, girl movies and retail therapy. Everyone and everything is still gone though and I don’t know if you ever really call it acceptable. Especially the boots. I loved those boots.
Acceptable losses is a military concept relating to the fact that there are likely to be casualties in any military operation; therefore, if military action is to be taken, it will proceed with the understanding that the goal will not be to limit casualties to zero, but to a number considered acceptable
So I found this definition on Wikipedia. Giles has me making a wiki for the Slayers. I’ve been surfing around there a lot lately. Anyway, that’s sort of not the point.
Loss.
I kind of hate that word.
More than kind of.
And none of it is acceptable.
Losing Jesse. Not Acceptable.
Losing Ford. Not Acceptable.
Losing Angel. On my seventeenth birthday. Not Acceptable.
Losing Jenny. Not Acceptable.
Losing Kendra. Not Acceptable
Losing Angel again. Not Acceptable.
Losing Principal Snyder…okay. Kind of Acceptable. What! I have to pick someone that was acceptable and I did say kind of. Besides. He was in cahoots with evil.
Losing Angel. Again. Not Acceptable.
Losing Riley. Not Acceptable.
Losing Mom. Totally. Not. Acceptable.
Losing Tara. Not Acceptable.
Losing Jonathan. Not Acceptable.
Losing Warren. As much as I’d like to say acceptable for Willow’s sake…not acceptable.
Losing Anya. Not Acceptable.
Losing Spike. Not Acceptable.
Losing Slayerettes. Not Acceptable.
Losing myself…I think this was a given. It was always going to happen and it would have so much earlier if it hadn’t been for the people who love me.
Losing Dawn. This one I stopped. This one was the place I said Not Acceptable and I meant it.
Losing Heaven. No comment. It’s not as if making one is going to change anything.
Losing that pair of really fantastic tan boots with the wooden heel. So not acceptable.
I’m a slayer and my whole life is this war between good and evil. Somehow I’m supposed to bridge that gap and make sure good stays in the lead. Ideally I nip things in the bud as Giles would say but sometimes things kind of go ‘spoldy before I get to them. That’s when apocalypses happen and an apocalypse is like a war. Wars have causalities whether we like it or not. I’ve lost friends and slayers alike. I thought it would be easier, losing a slayer as opposed to a ‘civilian’ as Riley would say. It’s not. Just because they’re destined to die doesn’t mean their death doesn’t count as much as it counted when Jenny died or Tara. There’s still this aching, hollow spot inside but because there’s an apocalypse happening there’s not time to pour ice cream and girl movies into the hollow spot. Its war and I have to keep moving until it’s won.
Afterwards there’s a lot of ice cream, girl movies and retail therapy. Everyone and everything is still gone though and I don’t know if you ever really call it acceptable. Especially the boots. I loved those boots.