An ancient Chinese proverb says "An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, and despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangled, but it will never be broken".Haha.
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what day was it again?
The day when we
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I remember him. The days we spent. I remember us...us boys. How young were we? I forget. We must have been at least eighteen. haha. only...seventeen.
Let me have some of that will ya? Starving. Here, let me help you with the bandages. Get your rifle brother. They're coming guys. What do we do? Did the nurse leave with the other division? Come on cheer up, the reinforcements will be around soon.
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The feeling of impeding dread is dim to me now. The second platoon had only 15 men. Or were we more like boys?
I remember the little brother. being shot in the head.
The elder brother's screams.
The heat of the blood. Splatter. Bullets spluttered more and more blood out of his small body.
Grenades blew up. Did their heads blow off their bodies too? haha
I can still hear the blasts reverberating in my ears. my mind. my chaos.
my torture.
Dust and debris. Retreat!
They all toppled over. Where were the others?
I can still feel how my own blood pounded in my head as more soaked into my uniform.
Gun shots. Shouts. The flag, I saw it crash down.
One enemy man was tearing at a boy's innards.
Fire had trapped some in the building. Was it the machine gun's screams, or my friends'?
The feeling of desperate fear. The plunging feeling of the gut. As we saw them advance forwards. Their tanks and guns gleaming meanly in the sun. The heat was rising.
My friend smiled at me. A reassuring smile. What faith he had.
I saw him run across. Like a hero. Throwing grenades at tanks and then at last plunging himself into the biggest with his own two grenades. Self sacrifice. Self suicide.
Bodies piled up. To never be recognized. Others crushed under the advancement of tanks. Ah, the machine guns echo in my dreams. The reinforcements arrived. And I shot the last guy.
But the rest were all gone.
Was my family killed too? Maybe tortured. Experimented on. Like rats.
Alone.
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i should just kil-
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