Dear Whoever or Whomever (which is it? Like I should care right now)

Here I am writing a letter wanting my voice to be heard.

I’m going to die today or I should say every person on the planet is going to die today. War is coming. We aren’t fighting another country. We are fighting another planet. Yes, you heard me right. Remember all those books, TV shows and movies that showed other life forms invading our planet? Well, it’s about to really happen.

Why are they attacking us? Who knows! Experts say it’s because their planet is dying. Then why don’t they come in peace? We know about peace. We have lived in it world-wide for many years. The last war was so long ago my grandfather’s grandfather fought in it.

Their world knows nothing about peace. They only know violence. They only like settling things through wars. That’s part of the reason their planet is dying. That and pollution.

Our planet is very healthy. We are the healthiest planet in the universe. Remember all those years ago when that former politician made a movie that warned about destroying our planet? What’s funny is he was wrong about global warming but he still got us all to become greener. Now with advances we have almost zero waste and pollution.

What good is it all if we’re all going to die? Maybe we shouldn’t have lived in peace so long. Maybe we should’ve developed weapons of mass destruction. Not that it would do any good against their mighty military force and advanced weapons. But just maybe we could’ve taken some with us.

I know I shouldn’t wish death against another but I’m scared. I don’t want to die. I’m only 16! I’m just beginning my life. I should be out experiencing new things but here I am basically writing a goodbye letter. Will anybody read it? Will anyone care? Maybe somebody will find it like they found that girl’s diary after one of the great wars so many years ago.

I’m not trying to compare myself to her. I only want people to know I’m wasn’t just some war casualty. Not just some statistic. I was a real person who had aspirations. I wanted to go to college. I wanted to fall in love. I wanted to be a husband and a father. I wanted to make a difference in this world. But instead I’m going to die.

Here I sit in an underground floor we’re using as a “bomb shelter” and I can hear all the hell going on outside. It’s only a matter of minutes maybe seconds.

Please God forgive me for all my sins. God, please forgive me for dying with hate in my heart. I hate the people invading us. I hate the people killing us. Why didn’t the people of Earth take care of their own planet? Why take ours? Why??