War. A horrible experience that none should ever go through. The pain. The agony. The torture that one is faced with. Whether it be out on the battlefield or left at home.

Nothing can ever heal the wounds that are left. Scars remain. Memories never fade.

At the mention of war, your breath hitches. At the sounds of shots being fired, your eyes widen in panic. At the sight of blood, you feel the terror rip through your body. At the mention of a name. . .you cry out in total agony for the pain in your chest is to great to hold within.

Nothing can prevent these so called 'side effects' of war. It is something you must bear for the rest of your life. Every waking moment, every unconscious moment. The thoughts never leave.

Questions constantly run through your head. 'What if I did this? Maybe if I had said that?' But questions can't change the past, they only confuse the present.

That is why I am writing this. To tell you what it is like to deal with this monstrosity. And to say. . .

I am Alana Andrews Kirkland . . . and this is my story.