If the pen is truly mightier than the sword, then this was the Great War all over again. The development of the Human Race has allowed for a new forum for conflict. An internal, political, and international conflict between member-states that is dubbed ironically the “United Nations.” A while back there was a vision to emulate the actual conflict between member-states under the guise of cooperation between nations. Thus the Model United Nations was born and the forum for conflict between role playing students was also conceived. This time the battlefield was Tustin High School as it hosted it’s annual Model United Nations Conference. And so I stood silently upon the steps of the High School with my standard of Black Red and Gold fluttering in the early morning wind. For today I shall be Germany, a nation infamous for warfare, and I had no plan to play pacifist in this aggressive stake to decide the fate of international unilateral sanctions. Little did I know then that it would be a battle that would teach me forever the importance of that saying of the pen, and indeed the word, being mightier than the sword in just one instance. So within that one
It would not have been soon after that a rising tide of white voting cards were raised and drowned the already crushed hopes of the opposing Bloc and passed our Resolution. The true intent of my argument was achieved and the battle was won as those once brazen gazes of the opposing Bloc were reduced to concentric rings of devastation—the Crater of my explosion. Truly it was like a war-zone in that committee room and the shockwaves of my tirade were still felt throughout the conference. The conflict between two forces in such massive, if not militaristic, battle can now be extended from such physical applications as actual war or sports to the level of something as simple as verbal argument. Indeed for this is due to the possible war-like nature of the Pen or the Word itself that has allowed it to gain its reputation as being mightier than the sword.
It was then time for me to get up to the microphone. I gingerly fingered the coarse white sheet in my hand which contained the resolutions set forth by the opposing Bloc and held it up as it drooped forward almost as a tell tale sign of its inherent weakness. I went on to say that this Resolution was ind