War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
- John stuart Mill
"Para"! a faint voice calls as i stroke the freashly baked bread. ""I thaught we agreed to not come in here so early." johnathan wispered. "No...we agreed to come as a group and meet here at 0-700 hours." I reply in an agitated tone. "Sorry, my bad." he softly says,affraid of the trouble we might face if a gaurd hears us. CRASH! An ear pearcing sound slaps us in the face as an oddly shapped vas hits the cold concreat floring. "What did you touch?" i wisper loudly. "N-nothing miss" john cautiously ammits. The door creaks open and out springs a lively puppy, barking and biteing his shoes. He barly made any marks on boot for the puppy seemed about four months old. Another creak of the door sends Para and john in shock. Seven men stood at the bakery entrance. Five japonese and two german. Para had no time to think ,she just acted.
The lights flickered as Para looked around the messy blood filled room. She had regretted everything she had learned during the war but at the same time, she would be dead without it.
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