The soldiers trudged,,
probably because his feet hurt, or difficulty carrying his colleague who was shot, and even die in the war this afternoon...
I heard cries, I smell the blood, and I saw clearly the defeat was painted on their faces every living, the dying and the dead.
Our soldiers brought the sad news, for the children, mothers and wives of those who fought for freedom...
Yes, our leader said life was fair rates for the freedom of a small nation that we live in slums.
But we are well aware, the defeat and death of our brothers have more impact than a freedom, small mouths can no longer eat, young wives, widows, elderly grandmother no longer has children to missed home, because they are the head of household has killed in the war which is based on freedom
written by: Grace Fransisca
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