Saturday, June 27, 2009
As the soldiers walked past me I wondered how many men have they killed .To me we are at a war started by old men and paid by young blood to me the enemy is just like us, scared,sad and most of all we all want to go home.As I remember it was a cold winter in the trenchers of the front line where all my friends died. All of them. Its hard making friends with anyone in the camp.I met this bunch of nice guys in the post office last night but today all of them died because of a bomb.I wondered if freedom was free at all? I see a enemy soldier as a man in a different uniform.He may like fishing like i do or maybe running?I have lost my sense.I don't know what is worth fighting for and what is worth dying for. I just want to go home
okay i tried writing haha !
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