27 November 2012
I'm stuck in the front of no mans land. There is nobody here, I'm all alone, nobody to lend a hand. They say I'm a man now, but I'm not so sure. People are dying by bullets and being put in the Earth. I hear machine guns spraying, and the screams of the wounded. I know the free are praying, at least I hope they are. I'm just wondering when somebody will notice it went to far. This War is my master, and I it's slave. I just hope it will end before burying me in my grave.
The One-Man War • Opuss № I