The darkness of night.
The silence.
Just the flashes of lights from distant bombs.
Almost like fireworks.
Just a short tie to relax.
Think of home.
Think why im the way im.
Just think about the world.
Just sit back for one moment.
a slow moment in time.
Yet soon that moment will be gone.
just like the rest of history.

If you wake up tomaorw and your in your warm bed.
Worry not for you are home.
Worry not beacuse you are dead and you are in heavan.
Worry not.

He always walked tall.
Never ducked his head at all.
Never took cover.
Kindda funny.
He once took me by my coller and he said..
what are you doing down there cowring in fear.
IF your going to die your going to die anyways.
You mise well stand tall.

Not much to say about the new squad leader.
all we know is that he wasted a few enamy.
kindda scilent fellow.
well thats what they say.
i have a difrent take on it.
he just waiting for shit to hit the fan.
so he can step to the side.
but whats new.

Keep your head down you chin up and dig your fox holes deep.
and remember your no use to me dead.
ha kindda funny thats the only good thing ive hurd out here.

The begining of the last freeman

"Cold showers, warm beer, a bed to sleep in this is the greatest thing ever since I left home."

interduction.

ok so...I have vivid dreams as most know.
so
here they are
in my story.
well one story for now.