Dear Mom
It's cold and dark. All my friends have all been killed and now I'm on my own, exhausted and terribly frightened. Lying down here with my broken leg. I cannot move. My tears are flowing down my cheeks. The enemies are about a couple miles away, firing their rifles. Soon, they will find me. I'm going deaf from the explosion around me. Death and blood are all over the place. My instincts tells me that I have come to an end, eventually. All I could do now is to wait…
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