I was a slave of war

Dawn of a new day

I always dreamt of joining the army.
It was a dream since I was a little boy.
In my home town I knew it was just a matter of time until I got drafted to war.
The way things are getting I saw myself holding a gun at just a small age, fighting simply for survival.
The poor towns hit a hard crisis, food markets risen and crime started to emerge twice as frequent. Beyond the governments control. It was destined to happen.
Eventually in the dead of night soft but Swift footsteps marched, knocking on our doors and taking men/boys. The men who abducted us were native soldiers but still feared by many.
My mother dropped to her knees, helpless to the fact that her eldest and youngest son's were mercilessly dragged into a van and were put to watch as the village burn to the ground.

Left for vultures and maggots to feast on the corpses.

Although we were put to fight for our territory we got no different treatment than our enemies. Only the strong and brave were fed and kept healthy.
The others were killed in the most barbaric way possible. This to set an example and to enlighten us that where we're heading could and will be more brutal...

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