I was never able to feed my child, she died from starvation when she was barely a week old. I never cried so much in my entire life, it hurt so very much, she was my flesh and blood. You don't ever want to know the pain of losing a child, especially… in such a horrific manner like that. The abuse in the camp didn't stop then, I didn't expect it too. Dok still continued to…
I didn't know when the war was over, I never found out, I guess when it was I was put into a sleep. (IT's at this time I realize that Rip WAS A soldier during the war, ….SALVAGE). I don't know how long it lasted, but the was still going on when I awoke. One of the men that Dok worked for gave me an olive green uniform and cap. I braided my hair in twin pigtails in an attempt to regain my youth, also it kept my hair out of my face while I fought.
I hated having to kill people but I had no choice. With every death I hurt, it pained me.
Then one day she came, dressed in white, a handful of god. She came with a Boy dressed with a vest and a walking coffin. The boy played with Piano wire. I had no clue why they were there. One minute I was there, the next I was waking up, I think it was when I figured out that they weren't supposed to be there.
When I woke up the major was screaming at me that I hadn't done my job in protecting the base, I screamed back that I had tried, he told me that he would teach me a lesson…. It was a lesson I had learned before and would not soon forget.
Yet there are some you wish you would.