War= Peace, Reconciliation and Forgiveness


War uses all of the factors of Peace, war and reconciliation.
Before conflict, there is peace and everyone is going about their business.
After the war Reconciliation kicks in and everyone begins to get along and forgive and forgive each other.
In some cases, there is reconciliation, but no real forgiveness will be made between the two forces.
 Like in wars, we should all come to respect these values and live a happy life.

by Louis
Year 8

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