Prologue
It was once said by someone that war changes a person. How very true this is. If anyone has ever had a loved one go to war, when he or she returns they are not the same person that they used to be. Who knows what they saw while they were away, I wouldn't want to see it. Children dying, adults dying, people around you dying and friends dying in your arms. My Grandpa, whom we call Papa, was in World War II. He always tells us about how he watched his best friend in the war die in his arms. It scares me to think about the pain is must have been to go through this.\par \tab People change but sometimes only one little thing can change your life that you now know. I doesn't matter what it is, it could be anything from getting hit with a bat to having a best friend pass away. So how do people deal with what happens in war? They used to give soldiers cigarettes to help them calm their nerves, whether it helped I don't know. But I do know that war changes a person and no matter what they will never again be the same.
-It was like everything was being taken away from him as he sat there and watched his friends die in the explosion. He was the only one who had survived and he would forever live with the sight of people burning, children screaming and parents crying over the loss of their children. He could only imagine what would happen if he lost his kids, he doubted that he would be able to function without them. \par \tab It was long after and the war was finally over, he was going home. How could he ever be himself again with all that he had seen? He never would. But he couldn't wait to get home to his family and make sure that they were all okay. He would never again leave them. Never again.-