I cannot recall the last time in which I enjoyed a fresh meal neither do the men next to me reminding us that this war is real. What do I fight for? For what reasons are we being slaughtered? Will I be the man I was before? Or will my legacy cease somewhere out here. I wonder if someone else thinks... Sign in to see full entry.
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