Tired no energy or emotion left to give. Bloody hands.. Screams of pain. Calling for mothers, wives, and girlfriends. The sounds of explosions, gun fire, and sirens rattle my brain and nerves. Thoughts of home, thoughts of Jo, and thoughts of seeing my children drift into my mind only to be driven out by the screams and explosions. I'm not a religious person but if hell does exist it is here.
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Sorry buddy. I will be praying for you.
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