Life in the war
My name is Dan and I have been in the war now for 7 months. And I wanted to get this out to all who thinks of how war is fun and how its cool to kill people and hurt people. Well at the end of this you are all going to get a very rude shock because it is not good not cool and not fun.
As I shoot a man down on the battle field everything goes quiet. I feel him looking into my eyes and my soul I had just killed him. His last breath haunts my ears as I lay him down on the ground. This is the first time I have ever killed a man and don't know if I will be able to forget it. The bullet pierced his chest like a needle. And his eyes went wide like the moon. He drops to his knees. And made a noise of plead as he lay his body.
I have just seen my friend's body on the battle field. Its dirty and drenched with blood. I find a photo in his pocket. And promised if I ever return I would give it back. Tell them he died a hero. For his country his love and his heart. I don't know how I will be without him. For he was my angel that looked over me. I will lay you down and dawn. Peat RIP.
We have just entered a small village. But someone was here before us. There are people dead all over the place. Children. Mothers, and fathers, it breaks my heart to see. What sort of animals are we. If we kill for our country. For these people were innocent. I just wanted to go home to wipe away the memories for this is appalling.
I do not like the war. Its filthy and discrete. What do you think of the war now.