The Soldier read the letter again. His once bright eyes as blue as the sky swimming with tears. He had gotten to he passage that he had hoped had changed. But no, it still read bomb dropped on your house. Your mother and sister died from the initial strike. He closed his eyes. he could still remember his mother combing his brown hair the day before the war. They had been happy. He remembered his sister and how he had promised to protect her. She was a child! A civilian! She had plans to graduate college. They had no place in war. He could still hear his father yelling to fall back and protect the village, the civilians, even as he was mowed down with enemy fire. what was the point of this war anyway? Why did the common man have to lay down his life so that the rich could lay back in comfort Someone grabbed his shoulder. He looked up. His brother,John, stood there, with tears in his eyes. His brother. The immovable brother that had always been there. And now his commanding officer. "I know, Micheal, but we can't just sit here and mourn. The regiments moving out in five so get ready." Micheal nodded and started getting his equipment ready.
10 minutes later, the regiment had started to move into enemy territory, wary, and tired of war. They started going down into a valley, when suddenly bullets were being fired into their midst. "Get back!" John yelled motioning for everyone to retreat, while bullets fell in a deadly fire catching John in the chests. Micheal who had already hid behind a boulder turned around just as his brother was shot. Suddenly he felt all alone. He could feel the grief welling up inside him put he pushed it down and turned it into anger. They wanted to kill his brother? Fine, he'd kill them. He'd kill them all. Pushing out from behind the boulder anger in every part of him he started yelling incoherently as he ran, fueling himself into a bloody berserker rage. He was so rage-filled he didn't feel the bullet enter his shoulder. All he wanted to do was cause pain to the ones who had destroyed his family leaving him alone. He never felt the second bullet enter in his leg of the fourth, all he knew was that he had to outlet this pain, this terrible pain of being alone. And as he reached the side of the valley that they were being shot at from, he climbed up the side because no matter what he felt he had to get rid of his loneliness. When he reached the top he didn't stop to consider that, like him, they had been forced into this horrible war, all he saw was the people that had killed his brother, his father, his mother, and his sister. Without a melee weapon he just started swinging with his gun. There were five people. Micheal didn't care he just hit each and every one of them until they were dead, then the wounds started registering. He fell on his knees. He could feel his family reaching out to him. He wouldn't be lonely. when he hit the ground his family had become louder. He was reunited with his family.
And in the end, War got its victims.
