Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, 1972
A letter to my dearest mother...
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Dearest Mother,Today, March 27, 1972, we hope to be sent home with our wounded soldiers, it's revolting to see these men kill one another even their own just for food. It's harder everyday to be without you, I miss being home, it's terrifying here...I only wish I could tell you everything is gonna be okay. I can say that I missed your home-cooked meals, they were the best! I love you Mom, please wait for me.
Love,
Rye
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June 15, 1972
Rye was crawling on the ground aiming for one of the soldiered-children of Vietnam, while he did this another soldier was behind him aiming for his head. also on the ground until someone screamed 'DUCK!' as soon as the traitor shot his M-16. Rye quickly ducked as a row of arrows rained from the atmosphere, the traitor rolling to the side to avoid being hit. Rye looked back after being sure the arrows had flown over them.
AN/ : I could not think of anything else to add to this feel free to leave your own ideas to help me continue this! (this has been in my drafts since may of 23)
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