Blackout voices of ww3

Ch.3

January 1st 2017

Location:Syria

:Abdul-Jalil:

The day is long slow not much has

happened today. Although people are

real quite people bumping in to each

other without making eye contact or

apologizing to one another. I have

become weary of people I have also

become silent and sulcusive no eye

contact no conversing with others

nothing.

A man stands in the road all

alone no one pays any attention but he

is holding a sign saying the end is

nigh. fear slowly strikes me, as the

truth is finally realized.

Body's line the street the stench of

rot an decaying body's fills the air. We

are continuously bombed for our

quote unquote safety. how could a

single ethnic race be so lost yet so

happy about it. With the media "oh

those sick sons of bitches spinning off

everything that happens into a savage

attack by the Syrian people" such as

the raid on local towns reducing them

to nothing but ruble and ash.

I have accepted the opportunity

to visit the Americas and parents of

Russia. I wish to sway public opinion

towards actually helping instead of

just causing more destruction. I tend

to use a method of reveling and

exposing political, media, and public

propaganda. I need help I can't do it

on my own.

I walked to the local bar know

for people getting wasted and waking

up in a battle field. The bar tender

with a sly look about her asks me what wrong for you look conflicted. I tried

my damnedest to ignore questions

involving what was going on In my

head. I don't want to raise awareness

of my trip or my intentions for

leavening.

January 16: As i near the runway

the plane seems louder and louder. My

flight today will be upon a private

plane for their is no one I can trust.