As a boy I had a terrifying vision; one of darkness, fear, dead and devastation. It was a vision of what I thought would be the greatest war ever. And it came; it swept all over the world claiming thousands and thousands of lives, because of my vision I knew what would happen, so I survived. Then, there was peace, I thought it would last forever, everyone did. It didn't. Twenty-one short years the peace lasted, then war broke out again.
The first war had had its trenches; terrible places, dark and gloomy where only Death enjoyed to be. The second war had its camps; horrifying places where people, innocent, ordinary people, were brought to if they didn't fit into the standards of the one man whose pursuit of power had lead to this hell. This I write as I feel life slipping away from me; hoping that it will be a warning for future generations to never again bathe the world in blood. Keep this in mind forever; there are wars in which nobody wins, but in every war somebody loses.