Tangero was on the train, deep in thought about the situation in his country, when he noticed a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and spectacles take a seat beside him. The man was dressed in a tweed jacket, and had a book in his hand. He looked like a professor, or perhaps an academic of some sort.
"Good morning," the man said, looking up from his book. "Nice day, isn't it?"
Tangero nodded, and they struck up a conversation. The man asked him about his work at the military base library, and Tangero explained that he was in charge of maintaining the catalog of books, journals, and other materials. The man seemed interested, and they talked for a while longer about literature, history, and other subjects.
As the train rumbled on, Tangero found himself opening up to the man in a way he hadn't expected. He told him about his desire to serve in the military, and his frustration at being rejected so many times. The man listened intently, nodding and offering words of encouragement.
"Sometimes, things don't work out the way we want them to," the man said. "But that doesn't mean we give up. We find other ways to contribute, other ways to make a difference."
("When you hit rock bottom, it can feel like the end. But remember, the only way left to go is up. Don't give up hope, for every failure is a new opportunity to rise stronger and wiser than before.")
They started talking about war and the philosophy behind it. The man told Tangero about the ancient Greek god of war, Ares, and how the Greeks saw him as a necessary but dangerous force. He explained that Ares represented the violence and chaos of war, but also the courage and bravery of those who fought in it. The man turned to Tangero with a furrowed brow. "I've been pondering something lately," he said. "Do people fight in order to gain power, or do we gain power in order to fight?
(question that has been pondered by thinkers throughout history. On one hand, there are those who believe that people fight in order to gain power. From this perspective, power is seen as the end goal, and violence is simply a means to that end. This could be seen in instances where individuals or groups seek to gain control over resources or territory, or to dominate others for personal gain.
On the other hand, there are those who believe that we get power in order to fight. From this perspective, power is seen as a means of self-defense, and violence is seen as a last resort in the face of aggression or oppression. This could be seen in instances where individuals or groups seek to protect themselves or their communities from harm or injustice.
Ultimately, the answer to this question likely depends on the specific circumstances and motivations of the individuals involved. It is possible that some people fight primarily to gain power, while others fight primarily to defend themselves or their values.)
Tangero considered the question for a moment, his eyes scanning the horizon. "I think it's a bit of both," he said finally. "Sometimes we're forced to fight because of circumstances beyond our control. But other times, we choose to put ourselves in situations that will challenge us and make us stronger. I think it's all about pushing ourselves to be the best we can be, whatever that may look like at the moment."
As they talked, Tangero felt his perspective on war starting to shift. He began to see it not just as a series of battles and tactics, but as something that had real-world consequences for the people involved.
As Tangero was about to step off the train, the man extended his hand and said, "By the way, my name is Mars."
Tangero was taken aback for a moment. "Mars? That's an unusual name," he said.
The man smiled. "Yes, it is. My parents were very interested in astronomy and space exploration, so they named me after the planet. I suppose it's a bit fitting, considering my line of work."
Tangero nodded, still slightly stunned.
As Tangero was getting off the train, Mars said, "In war, the first casualty is the truth. Be careful out there, Tangero. Someone or something might break your heart." Tangero was a bit shocked, wondering where all this came from all of a sudden, but he was never one to shy away from good advice, especially from a stranger he had just met.
Tangero arrived at the military base early in the morning, feeling nervous and anxious. He had failed his military exams five times and he knew that the two officers, Ranga and Emil, would not let him forget it. As he made his way through the base, he spotted Ranga and Emil walking towards him. He braced himself for their teasing, but to his surprise, they greeted him warmly.
"Hey, Tangero! What brings you to the base today?" Ranga asked.
"I work at the base library now," Tangero replied, trying to hide his relief.
"Ah, the library," Emil said, smirking. "That's where you'll be safe from us, huh?"
Tangero chuckled nervously, knowing that they were still teasing him, but at least it was in a friendly way.
"Well, I better get to work," Tangero said, trying to change the subject. "I have some books to shelve."
"Good luck with that," Ranga said, patting him on the back. "And maybe next time you'll pass those exams, eh?"
Tangero smiled and headed towards the library, glad that his encounter with Ranga and Emil had gone better than expected. He knew he still had a lot to prove, but he was determined to work hard and succeed.
As Tangero walked away, Ranga turned to Emil with a smirk.
"You know, Emil, General Kaizo promised to show us hell if we ever teased Tangero again," Ranga said, trying to hold back his laughter.
Emil rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. It was just a joke. Besides, the guy needs to toughen up if he wants to make it in the military."
Ranga shrugged. "I know, but we can't deny that he's an easy target.
Emil."And besides, it's not like we're hurting anyone."
Ranga sighed. "I guess you're right. But we should still be careful. We don't want to end up on the wrong side of General Kaizo."
Emil said, "Don't worry, Ranga. I've got a plan. Next time we see Tangero, we'll give him a pat on the back and tell him he's doing a great job. He'll never see it coming."
Ranga shook his head, but couldn't help but smile at the thought of Tangero's confused expression. "You're crazy, Emil. But I like it."
The two officers chuckled as they walked away, already planning their next prank on Tangero.
Tangero was busy shelving books at the library when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
"Tangero! Is that you, my boy?"
Tangero turned around and saw his Uncle Toni, a high-ranking general in the military, approaching him with a big smile on his face.
(An army general is a high-ranking officer in the military who is typically responsible for overseeing a large group of soldiers or an entire military operation. Army generals are usually appointed by the government or elected by their peers and are responsible for making strategic decisions that affect the safety and success of their troops. They often have many years of experience in the military and have demonstrated exceptional leadership skills, tactical knowledge, and strategic thinking abilities. The rank of army general is typically reserved for those who have achieved the highest levels of military service and have demonstrated a strong commitment to their country and its armed forces. Army General Toni: GEN Toni.
In Sylveria , the rank higher than Army General is the General of the Army, also known as a "five-star general." This is an honorary rank that has only been conferred on 3 individuals in Sylveria history)