The day he fought

The day he fought

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John was once able to walk but after the two years at war the was no reason for him to live, "he thought as as he was looking down at his leg that had to be amputated after he had Been caught in the medal chunks of the plane flying every where. There had been an explosion after the dog fight went on between the two planes they caught ,until a couple bullets had hit the blades and the plane got so hot,they had made there way down and just as they were landing a bomb had been planted a land mine and they had hit it in the right place and they had lost there live except one strong solider.he had thought about how he could have saved them but deep down he new there were no chance he could. There was a hole in his heart he had lost his mom and dad to car accident and he felt like he could had saved them to, he put everything on his self and he wanted to die until one day she walked into his life,she changed everything.
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