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In the dead of the night I saw the death. IT was staring at me with two shotgun guns aimed at my head by my brothers. Thought they did not know this little fact for all they could see was a monster with an injured girl laying next to me. I knew i was to die but i never realized how twisted it would happen. My older brother raised his trigger finger ready to click off the safety, while my middle brother grabbed his silver hunting bowie knife raising it ready to defend himself. I cocked my head to the girl whom i had saved if only to be knocked out from blood loss. She was whimpering in pain , and i felt sorry to not tell her and them my secret... With a heavy heart i looked into the eyes of my heroes ... MY Brothers and snarled as i lunged past them in their shocked state for i did not attack and ran ... i hate war i hate the fact my brothers and i are a part of it. but more important i hate the fact that yet i hate that i can not trust the ones i love
July 18 ,1996 New York
