Reflection Five (Books 13-15) 9/25/12

Today the Trojan warriors have returned home.  They hung their heads low and were distraught because they were forced to retreat.  There are so many wounded men that I can barely look at them.  It seems as if the light in everyone’s eyes has left and all that remains is the hatred for me, the woman who started this devastating war.  I saw a wounded man struggling to walk outside of my window who tried to ask for help, but no one would pay any attention to him.  I had to help this poor man who gave himself to war because of me.  He should not have to suffer like so many others.  I grabbed a bag from my room and pushed away strangers as I went to assist this man.  He was very gracious for the food and water that I gave him that he decided to answer my multitude of questions.  After he could not talk anymore, I had one of my servants assist him to his home.  Helping this man made me feel a little bit better.  Even though I brought this hardship on the soldiers, I could still help them little by little.  I not only felt better about myself, but I also received a lot of information.  I was so intrigued by the details of the war that I wrote them down.