They called it a victory.
It didn’t feel like a victory to him. He had seen to much to call it a victory.
The bombed-out buildings; the fighting; the gunshots; the gas; the bombs; the dead bodies; the dead soldiers, theirs and his own comrades; the bloodshed; the injured; the children crying in the streets; the fires burning everything in their path.
The nightmare went on inside his head. It would never stop. His only hope was that it wouldn’t happen again, but they said that the last time.
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Thanks for sharing, Goff.
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Pleasure. Loved the read. Happy Day.
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