The Life of a Soldier

10.1.10

 I live a life of fear.

I am abandoned.

I am scared.

 I am crying right now.

For I am lonely but not alone.

I am sitting in this old, dengy room surround by men with guns.

All i have it a pistal in my hand

I can either put it to my head

and get it over with

or I could fight for my country's freedom.

I shot the man that came through that door.

He died under my breath.

I may have killed a man that day.

But you are still free

and I am still a hero.