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The Battles the World Has Seen

the bombs the guns the blood shed no humanity done all is lost under the strick and pain of all the bombs every day WW1 WW2 the Cold War nothing is new death for nothing revolution you say killing hundred of lives all for ones pay for one to step down or die in vein why should we kill hundreds for just ones gain WW2 histories view just blood in the book too much for me how about you? more lives lost there then any time in history D Day was the grave for many people who fought away we didint learn we continue this mistake we kill for our country and then we go pray thinking God will bless me with bullets and steel while God told me to love all not put shells in you not all injuries are deep some are mental week PTSD and many things my presentation is explaining how the war isn't for those who died and how it affect the kids and other wise families are devastated kids with no dads imagine a life were you go home only find the mom and sometimes go to your dads tomb stone all for the sack of the country who is well of living on its supplies and many thing or imagine going home here your mom cry wondering why until you read the letter that your dad died or gone missing under the wind were your supposed to know the troops but some just vanish again thousand were never found in the past few years ofcorse they are dead but some keep praying still look at the war and look at the fight not every is killed on sight some come back home trying to live there lifes but then the drugs kick in and many other lies the lies they said out there " dont worry you will be fine" the man who said that died a few seconds later sniper shot him in the eye you think war is a joke or something to laugh about imagine this think aloud if you come home your dads on morphine trying to hide from the noise you think it is nothing but to him it reminds him of his past the battles he faces the friends he made and the one vanished with out a trace or the once who died in his face the once he had to carry away the funeral he had to pray and the people who tried helping him escape the war is more then a game it more of a death sentences once you go it is hard to get back really hard more then you think with PTSD and bipolar disease and many other injuries once you go to war you wont be the same you will see things that are inhuman bodies all over blood is spilled and the many people missing the ones even you knew you dont understand me let me explain the people who are fighting out there wont come back the same they will be changed mental and physically they will see true people who will go insane the people at war see many things some not even for my age code orange, Stalingrad , D Day Cold War , war in the north and other out of my reach what they did was horrible what both sides did to their men the russians killed their own troops if they are trying to run back germans slaughter the jews the americans just nuked japanies and their kamikazes now lets come today to now a day war the technology is so unreal it isnt worth righting for what they did now a days was worse then before code orange is one good example there are many more the death of many for the few it isn't only the soldiers it is the kids to the families being hit the parents that die and the kids have to run for their lives PTSD is one symptom that never dies it stays in the hearts and in the mind it hurt the people when the war isnt even alive it kills them slowly mentality is going PTSD has a history let me explain it to thee it is when your traumatized cause by war, airplane crash rape and bombing in the state they fear the sounds of loud they sometimes fear the sight of death they fear the sound of pain and they fear guns and other stuff it started back in the day

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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