Ok, last chapter for now.

I don't know if I got the right words for some of the things in here. I've never fought in a war, this is just what I believe is felt by the soldiers...

Just a warning, if you don't like reading about war... please do not read. Also, if you like Bush... there is some comments about Bush in here... just my opinion, don't kill me

Here it is...

It's been 6 months since I've been in Iraq. I hate killing people, so I've trained my mind to not register when I shoot my gun and see the men falling from my bullets

I've seen my comrades die in front of my eyes, and I can't do shit to save them from the pain while they are dying. They look so small and scared as they beg us to tell whomever that they love them. Watching their last breaths will always haunt my dreams.

I just want to go back to Vegas, take Catherine and Lindsay into my arms and tell them I love them and I will never leave them again.

I write Catherine every chance I get. I've just finished a letter to Catherine and put it in my front jacket pocket when our Sergeant comes in to tell us the enemy is coming

Are they really our enemies? I mean they have family too. They have people who love them. They are just like us; the only difference is our nationality. I don't understand war and yet here I am fighting a war I believe we are losing.

I grab my equipment and ready myself for more death to surround us. I hear gunfire in the distance. We run towards the gunfire. I'm crouching and shooting, running and shooting, hiding and shooting. All I hear is gunfire, yelling and cries of pain as people are shot. I hear a cry of pain behind me. I turn around to see who it is, and I see the only other woman in our Division fall to her knees, holding her leg. Blood spurting. Eyes filled with fear

I run to her and I imagine the bullet hit an artery with the amount of blood spurting out. We both know she is going to die. But we both hope we're wrong.

I take off my belt and wrap it over her wound. My hands are covered with her blood. I will never be able to wash my hands of the blood I've seen on my hands.

"Sara… tell Bobby I'm sorry. Tell my kids Chad, Sammy and Elizabeth I love them and I'm with them in spirit." Amy begged

"Ames, you can tell them in yourself" I cried, but we both know she won't.

I pick Amy up and throw her over my shoulders and run back to our camp. They need to save Amy. I feel a sharp pain in my back and leg. I stumble a little at the pain, but I am determined to get Amy back. I feel a warm liquid soaking my uniform. But I tell myself it's Amy's blood, as I continue towards our camp.

"Amy's shot!" I yell, "We need help!"

I rush into a tent, laying Amy down on a cot

"I'll be back, Amy. I'm going to get help" I tell Amy. I start to feel the pain in my back and leg getting worse.

"No! Don't leave me" Amy said, I grab her hand

"I won't." and I squeeze her hand and I start yelling for help

A medical soldier comes and attends to Amy, as I hold her hand. I'm starting to feel lightheaded and I start to shake. 'I'm in shock' I tell myself.

I watch Amy as she takes her last breath

"NO! FUCK! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DIE AMY!" I cry running out of the tent

"FUCK YOU BUSH! FUCK THIS FUCKING WAR!" I yell to the skies

"Sara! Sara!" I turn around to see the doctor looking at me wide-eyed

"What?!" I just want to be alone

"Sara… you've been shot. You're bleeding!" he comes rushing up to me

"No, it's Amy's blood" I try to say. But the realization comes, and I feel the pain in my back and leg as I collapse to the ground

He yells for help, next thing I know I'm being carried and laid down on my stomach. I look to my right and I see gauzes soaked in blood. I realize it's my blood. I hear yelling and I feel my arm being jabbed with what I believe is a needle. I'm feeling drowsy. I reach for the closest person

"Don't let me die!" I beg, "I promised her I'd come back. I promised!" I cried as my heavy eyelids finally close

OOOOH! And I leave you with a cliffie! How dare I? MUAH HA HA HA!