Why are there so many stories about war?
Here’s the thing: there’s a lot of war.
It’s the biggest story in the world.
It makes people feel good.
And because it’s so big, there’s more to cover.
We talk about it.
We read it.
And we tweet about it – because it matters.
But the stories that make us feel good are the ones that don’t happen in wars.
They happen in everyday life.
And if you ask the people who go through those wars, they tell you stories that are worth remembering.
But what happens when you go through them?
What happens when your family is torn apart?
And the stories of the ordinary people who are affected by these wars aren’t as good as the ones we hear about from the news?
This week, I wanted to tell a story about how we do our duty to remember the people in war, and to tell our own stories about the people we fight alongside.
It starts with a simple story.
In 1945, when the first atomic bombs went off in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the United States was still at war with the Japanese.
For many Americans, the bombing was the end of the world, a final, terrible step towards total annihilation.
That was the official American story, and for many years the US military went on with its daily lives as normal.
But as the years passed, as more bombs were dropped, and as more people were killed, the war began to become something else entirely.
A new world war broke out.
For the first time, American soldiers were taking on a new enemy, a new kind of enemy – a ruthless, ruthless enemy.
A powerful, ruthless, brutal enemy.
In a way, they were just doing what they were supposed to be doing.
The US military was now fighting a war that was both real and symbolic.
The American people were suddenly fighting for their very survival.
It was, in a sense, the beginning of the end for the United State.
This is a long-running war, but the American public is not yet fully ready for it.
The public has not yet been sufficiently prepared.
The people are not yet ready for the war.
So what is the American government doing about it?
There are a few different ways in which the American people are reacting to the atomic bombings.
One is to stop paying taxes, as the Japanese had done.
The other is to start making changes to how the US government works.
One thing we’re trying to do is get our own government to be more inclusive.
That means making sure that the government of the United Kingdom is more inclusive of people who might not be able to afford to pay taxes, who might be struggling to get by in the US, who would be the first to feel the impact of the bomb.
So we’re going to make it easier for people to be able pay their taxes, we’re also going to work with our own politicians to make sure that our taxes are fair, and that people who have less money to pay in the first place, people who don’t have the means to pay, are not able to pay at all.
And in a way we’re doing both.
We’re also trying to get the public to see that the people of Hiroshima and the people and businesses of Hiroshima had their lives changed.
The war changed the lives of thousands of people, many of them from different backgrounds and backgrounds in very different ways.
But it also changed the minds of many people.
There’s a story out there about what happened in Hiroshima that has been told in a lot, many different ways, by different people.
The first people who were there in Hiroshima, the ones who saw what was happening, were not just ordinary people, they weren’t just people who came to the city to go to work and eat and shop.
They were people who lived in a community that was different.
They had to deal with people from all over the world who were in a very different place and in very very different circumstances.
The most important thing to remember is that people in Hiroshima were ordinary people.
They came from all walks of life.
They worked hard, they fought, they ate well.
And their neighbours had no idea what was going on.
That’s the kind of ordinary people that we need to remember and remember.
The second part of the story is about what’s happening now in Syria.
When I was a kid, my grandparents and great-grandparents came to this city in the east of Syria.
The city was under siege, but it was an ordinary city, a place where ordinary people were making their living.
They did their own washing, cooking, cooking.
They made soap.
They cooked their own food.
They lived in their own homes.
They didn’t have to worry about the war in the west, or the bombing in the north.
They knew what was important in life.
The only thing they had to worry too much about was the war that had been