They told me from the first time to relax. But I couldn’t. Every mission brought me something new. Every place that I’ve visited and every sunrise that I saw made me more fragile, more responding to the nature.
Every team-mate was kind and the weapons seemed to be some big toys in our hands. The forecast was good. And we always succeeded in our porpouses.
But today all is gone. The weather’s rainy, the team-mates are not any more around here. Most of them have died. I still write letters to the two ones that survived that frightening war.
Now I’m a writer. I write for myself, for my children and for the entire world. I write dramas, because that’s what made me to write.
I write about the war, and about the thoughts that pushed us to go further. I write about bad luck. I write about…people, feelings, noise, life, death. I write about me, and you( my reader).
Some days I ask myself: How I’ll end up? How will be my fate? Am I ready to do something else? Maybe I will write until the sun will set permanently upon the mankind. Who knows?
Who thought that I’ll become a writer? A soldier to become writer…Yes, that’s what I am. That’s what I do. That’s…
Forget it!!

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