Return
To War
The war, as much as I would like it to be is not yet over. My voice has returned to me, and my story has been told to all the soldiers. They all look at me different. I suppose they all hate me. I already feel so terrible. These soldiers weren't there. The screams don't echo in there head every night, they didn't smell that scent, they didn't see what I did. I may not be in war but that in unacceptable for a young lady, a woman I guess now, but I see the war in the homeland. Yes that I see well. It kills me. This was a massacre. They, we could not be helped. I remember, no, I am trying to forget, all the things that have happened.
Gabriel, his father, the other
soldiers, they are returning to war. I said goodbye to him today, it was the
worst thing that I have ever done. I am living with my in-laws, my family now I
guess, and things are doing well. I watch from my window every day for the
return of my husband. The children, they are angelic, they understand very
little about war, The girls sleep in my bed and when I cry, they say, "It's
okay Anne, their okay, I love you." I thank god every night they didn't die
there, in that church. I pray that the soldiers kill every one of them. I hate
them for what they did. But for now I must concentrate on being strong. Strong
for the children, Gabriel, and myself.
The flag, the AMERCAN flag. SCREW
ENGLAND! I find myself with such hate when I am not busy. I walk in the
orchards, wherever I can go around, I cry, But I know and feel that my father
says that I have so much purpose left on this earth and I plan to fulfill it.