this is just a one shot i thought of during school. tell me if it is any good. i want some feed back. this is my second story on fanfiction. my first story still has no reveiws. please tell me if i should continue writing stories or all my work is crap and i should get out while i am a head.

lol ok here it goes..

1945

1945- The war is over, we're going home.

Part of me doesn't want to go home.

During the war I had purpose, I had responsibility.

I knew what to do and when to do it.

I had brothers here, my band of brothers,

Yes I have family at home

But will they understand what I've seen? What I've done for the sake of freedom?

I am a murderer.

How will they except me after they learn what I've done?

How will they understand?

They CAN'T understand! They weren't there!

It is impossible for them to comprehend the new me.

The old me, the one they knew and loved is dead.

This is they knew me.

I have no doubt in my mind that they will still love me.

But it want be the same.

My "brothers" however seen what I've seen and done what I've done.

They know the new me,

The me who has lived like a dead man walking

The me who is so used to the smell of blood that I can no longer tell the difference between it and the smell of my own body.

The me who sees death every day.

I am alive because I've killed.

How will any one but my band of brothers understand?

They were my life for almost 4 years!

They know me better than my own mom does.

God, I am going to miss them!

How will I live with out them

No one can take the place of my brothers.

We were a band.

A Band of Brothers!

Always will be.