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born to a wealthy life i had my own living to choose i could have been a doctor or a lawyer or may be a engineer too but i became a soldier as i wanted to serve my country and for me this is the best i could do. i joined army when i was eighteen i was very happy and ambitious too my dream came true and i trained hard after some years they send us to a mysterious land some days passed by, nothing wrong happened then came this night, when i was lying on bed thinking about sweet memories of my girlfriend then i heard screaming all around i ran to the outside to know what went wrong there were only screaming, bullet and bombing sounds some where captain smith shouted fight,fight,be strong,be strong then i understood we were under attack they were rebels of that place we called mysterious land i went inside and collected my gun then i rushed outside and saw my friend ron who was lying on sand and a bullet in his forehead i stopped for a while and run to the stone shed a wave of fear run through my body then came anger and i was ready to fight i saw some gunmen running towards me i set my gun point at them and sitting over my knee took a deep breath and pulled the trigger killed two men and stopped firing still i heard yelling of captain smith i looked around me and dead bodies were lying all over sand some of them i talked to before this fight on mysterious land they all had families,friends and home but they wont see their sweet smile no more then a bullet came and struck in my chest a tear drop popped out of my eye as i was thinking of my sweet heart and i was believing this is my final rest. i opened my eyes and saw my friends and captain smith too i heard captain smith saying we won the battle test what ron did wrong, why did he die why big mike did not came, from battle field or why did i became lame. all this i am asking myself while sitting on my wheel chair i am in my home and there is no more sweet air some soldiers love to kill but i do not. be ready if you want to be a soldier since you may lose a lot this is not my heart or mind is speaking these are memories of eyes of a soldier
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