We stand there look out to our enemy.
They were so many and we were so few.
But I look on his face and he show no fare to our opus.
How could some one stand so come when we face death it self.
I guess that is the thing that he hand.
He never fear no one, no thing.
He hand already die one's.
And the way he see's it there are things worse thinned death.
But he hand a fear.
It was for the man that fallow hem.
He know they would die one's and not come back unlike hem.
He was like a father to us.
All ways looking out for us.
All ways fighting for us.
Kicking out thus who made us enemies to the people.
Are so call "bothers"
We stand here and die here.
That was I thought be for he said.
"Tom, I what you to tack the man home"
At first I thought how he could ask us that.
We fight for hem, we bleed for hem.
Thinned he said.
"I don't what them to die here. I what them to die a in the arms of there love ones"
"If they die here there bodies we be but to rust here'
"This unholy land, this valley of death"
" I what them to be butted to rust at there homes"
At that moment get my aster.
He hand seen so many of us die far form our homes and from our love ones.
He wanted them to go home for they hand a home and he dint.
But I will never forget this words.
"Tom as my last wish I set you free"
"You are no longer a slave to any one"
"You are own man"
That moment I became a free man.
My master never seen me as a slave.
More like a friend.
As he walk to his death I call out to hem.
"I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU WAR ZONE AND WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR US"
"I WILL HAVE CHINDNIN AND I TALL THEM THE TURTH"
"YOU NOT A MONSTER, YOU GUST A LOST SOULE"
"Thick you" He said in a low voice.
I thick on one ever said nice things to hem and so he became cold as ice.
But for that one moment he was warm as the sun in said and out.