After an extended stay in one of our finer institutions. I wasn't here long enough to make too many friends but my first friend seems to have disappeared. I hope nothing has happened to her. The picture she had up was a monkey face thats all I remember. I'm still lost in the shadows of war the screams still haunt my dreams as do the twisted and distorted faces of those killed in battle. I cut myself shaving and the sight and smell of blood sends me back. I joined with vision of grandure of saving a nation from a dictator and bringing peace to a troubled land. How could I have made such a mistake? They tell us the past is done and it will never change. Well for us who relive it every day it isn't the past and it never will be.
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