War, why do we wage it? You simply can't contain it. Bones break, and pain is drowned out by artillery fire. It's at home we thought we'd be heros, what then did we know? Sorrow and tears, come, never noticed, as tracks are heard from afar. Brother fights brother for the love of ones country. But a soldier will tell you the story. Not these words, nor film or page can describe the pain, that lay on the hellscape of battle. As a ship keels in a brutal crushing storm, there is no going back from the depths of madness that await, there is nothing more, it is too late. My fate is in front, and it lurches forward, and towards me. This is my story in this field of hell.
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