kamikashin

Life is a Fickle thing, twisting Turning, trying to confuse. You must learn to use All that there is, Leave nothing out, And see the possibilities. When its said and done, Will you be able to say I was one? One of those who was there For a friend For the fall of nations For your own failings? Strive, make your own Sense of honor, Drive your own Passions, Be your own Savior. Rely on none But you, though you must Give of yourself, But do it willingly. Freedom is the greatest slavery, You fight, you strain, The things you love, They are slain. And for What? An ideal? A patch of dirt? Fight for yourself, For yourself

Ardennes Forest, World War Two Jeff: I was a heavy weapons man. When we left our broken down farmhouse that we had been staying in for the last three days, they handed me a BAR and a pistol, with four clips of ammo, two more for the pistol. I had no idea where we were going, or why each of us was given demolitions gear. Alber: We were heavily entrenched, and had been taking out occasional Allied scouting parties. My bolt-action rifle had thirty has marks. It had six when I went into this godforsaken forest. We thought one man may have escaped after the last attack, and now we were standing guard. Jeff: We set out on foot through the woods,