We set off on our trek just 5 days ago, all of us were ready to face what we had to face, but none of us, not one of us realised how hard to was going to be. Even with Amy at my side helping me along the way with the everyday basic things it was harder than any of us imagined put together.

Even the everyday little things like brushing your teeth and holding a mirror up at the same time, trying to tie up shoe laces. Just little things like that seemed harder than climbing a mountain, but doing them in the arctic against wind, snow and frost bite, we had to do it for another 25 days.

Yes the everyday things were hard but one things was hard for all of us, even Amy. That was putting up the tent, do you know how hard it is to put up a tent in gale force winds, even with someone who has all of their limbs and hasn't gone through what we have still struggles especially when the tent gets caught in the wind and nearly sends us all flying, even though it was rather funny.

Everyone was struggling on way or another, for some of us it was the pain they had to go through every day, others it was just the simple everyday task. But there was one thing that we all had in common, the nightmares of war. Everynight you would hear a different ex soldier crying in their sleep over what we saw out there. But for me it was none of those things, I mean obviously I do cry at the thought of what we went through but it mainly is the fact that I have fallen in love with Amy over the last 5 days, and she doesn't know, that is effecting me the most.

It was on the 6th day of walking that it really hit us. Not only the wind, but the memories of those who have lost their lives, families lost family members and lovers lost companions, we got the news through whilst we was stopping for our tea and soup, the war we had fought in years ago has finally ended, France have won which in others words mean we have won. Nobody jumped up in joy or stood up and went around hugging everyone, we just sat there looking up at the sky to our companions, companions in war. Yes, it's not the same as family but in a way it is. We worked together we grew as a team together, we died together.

That is when I remembered the person who was my companion. Daniel. he wasn't lucky enough to make it through the first week of battle, it hit me hard, I had lost a lot of people in my life, my parents and then Daniel, it hit me hard. In some way it hurt more than losing my parents did, it's not that I didn't love them, I did and still do more than anything, but I have grown up with Daniel, he was the one constant in my life. When I said I was going out to war all those years ago you know what he said to me;

"Ty, if you go out to war then I am to, if there is a bullet coming towards you I will jump in front of it for you, I would die for you Ty!"

Those were the words that remained in my head all the time, but I never thought he would actually do it, I was doing this for Daniel and his family the same as he jumped in front of that bullet for me.

I was going to raise enough money for his family to be able to afford for Daniels body to be flown back to England, they deserved to at least be able to bury their son. This is why I am doing this and it is also why everyone else here is hoping it aswell. Every soldier has someone they lost out their and they all have a family to help.

After we had all thought about who we had and hadn't lost we all decided that this is nothing, no matter how much money we raise we will never be the real heros, the real heros are laying in coffins waiting for that payment to say they can be flown home, until they get that there will be no justice in their families lives, no closure.

All we was going to do was bring those heros home, help those families move on, help the, to realise that their children, parents, niece's, nephew's, aunt, uncles didn't waste their lived but thanks to them we won the war, the people at home having nightmares over what they saw aren't the true heros no matter how much they think they are, they are just people who helped us to win. The real heros will never be known for what they did by the world, but at last they will by their families.

The trek we are about to encounter is nothing compared to war, we wont loss limbs, for some of us it is impossible to, we wont have nightmares about what we saw and what happened to us, but mostly it will help us to remember the people who deserve to be remembered, we don't deserve to be in papers, on the news and famous because we are only doing this to bring our friends and team home, we aren't doing this for us, we are doing it for them, let them become famous, let them be in the papers and on the news, they are the people who deserve to be famous.

Hope you like this chapter I know it's a bit depressing but you are allowed to do it now and then, sorry it took so long to update but had to make sure it was up to the level of XxWildAtHeartXx!

Calamity K

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