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What I love most about Gears Of War is its sensitivity, its poetic nature, its vulnerability even though it’s full of action and excitement, larger-than-life heroes and villains, monsters, a world far off that all too closely resembles this one. It’s the best kind of fantasy because at heart it tells us about our own reality.
I see “Tomorrow" as a story about a soldier returning from the war in the late forties, seeking what he was promised when the dust on the battlefield settled and he was allowed to return home: a sweet life, a family, a warm house, the dream of Americana.
But like most dreams, they eventually end when they seem more real than reality.
You would think those were words spoken by an enlightened philosopher, a soldier on the front line or a commander, a general in a bind confiding in his men.
You’d be almost right.
Those words were spoken by a Little girl hidden away in an attic, a Little girl named Anne Frank. She knew the tenuous nature of tomorrow and in turn, knew its value.
Tomorrow is hope... tomorrow is a dream... and for our heroes, Marcus and Anya, tomorrow is a gift for their child. But, like most gifts, it is precious, and like most precious things it is in danger of being stolen.
