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A Meal For Leeches

ScarsOfProfanity

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Reads 208
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Parts 7
Time 17m

ScarsOfProfanity

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historical loss profanity romance war

"I've seen what war does to people. I've lived it. It's terrible, you know? But so is love. I don't remember in what moment I let myself fall so pathetically in love with her, or in what moment I thought that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way. Truth is, they both destroy you. Love and war, I mean. In different ways, of course. But in the end they both destroy what's left of our miserable souls and just leave us with the hope that perhaps one day, we might be freed from the misery that those two factors have caused us. And we agree to live in that illusion. What choice do we even have, anyway?"

Here's my historical fiction with an dose of romance and tragedy, lunacy and surrealism. You know what they say, all is fair in love and war. 
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Army Strong II- Through Hell & Back by RitaLopes3

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Army Strong II- Through Hell & Back

I always knew i wasn't meant for the heels anyway. When I joined the army, I was young and foolish. I thought I would become invencible but my first experience in the field showed me just how naive I was. Abandoned by my own nation, with a team of 5 brave men, sent on a suicidal misson. In the middle of the nowhere, thirsty, starving, I realized the real essence of humanity. We conquered the desert, we completed the mission, they said. We were heroes, they said. However, most of us, dead heroes. I lost my whole team to the desert. The president, the media, never confirmed their deaths. They gave them as lost in the field when I myself saw them fall one by one. They gave them as lost in battle when we both know just how they died. My mistake? I opened my mouth. I was not gonna let them spread lies about my men, about my team! Mistaken airstrike? My ass! My men died because the people in the white house decided we weren't worthy of support. I threatened to expose the truth myself and when I did, they had no better way to shut me up than to send me back to war. However, if before who my enemies were was crystal clear, this time I wasn't so sure. I wasn't gonna let their deaths be in vain. I wasn't gonna let them sell the lie. The truth would come out, even if I had to go through hell and back. And I did...