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War tragedy

Dear mum,

Of everything I have seen, this is the worst.

Do you remember, when I was 18 and I said I wanted to volunteer ?
I'm proud of it mum, but I pray every night to get out of here.

You know here, in the mud, in dead towns and bloody streets we are all friends. But I feel like a piece of a game, an object, fighting without any reason.

I fought mum, I cried like a child, I shot men, fathers, brothers, sons... I Saw families being deported, I saw resistants tortured without saying a word...

War puts every man beyond his limits...

I don't care of being on a stone and remembered as a "war hero". I just want to turn back home !

I don't want to threaten you mum... I believed in this war, like anyone else... until I saw death.

Your lovely son