• Out in the war, there's a lot to fear. Almost never knowing whats going on at home. Letters just dont cut it. I learned that the hard way.
    1942
    i had decided to go to the war. My best friend, 17 years old, was a girl named Aleksandera. she was the best friend you can have. When i told her i was going to the war, i almost became more afraid of her than the war itself. "YOURE DOING WHAT!?!?!?!?"
    "Alex, calm down. I know your upset but i have to do this. I cant stand our people getting hurt anymore. I promise you, ill come back in one piece. I have to make a difference..."
    "Tom, i know your reasons, but i just couldnt stand it if i lost you."
    "Nor could i you, but i have to go. Im sure William will take good care of you. good bye alex"
    "Bye Tom"
    i hugged her, then left. my mother and alex had both cried when i left. That was the last i heard from them.

    Tom was gone. i was now known as private ferrier. I was the lead of my small strike force sent to capture a weakly gaurded enemy fort. we moved through trench after trench. we took out at least 5 dozen men. private stanley was downed in a knife fight. he was a good man. we took the fort. i returned to HQ a hero. I was now Corporal Ferrier. "corporal. Front and center" general adams called. I thought i was going to get congradulated. i was wrong.
    I got a letter from the general. Alex, Will, and my family had been killed in a criminal attack. my heart stoppped. Everything seemed to disappear except for the gunsmoke of the barricades. i was angry. in my rage i picked up a sub-machine gunand went out side the barricade. that was forbidden, but i didnt care. i mowed down the enemy forces, but then took a sniper round to the leg. i was wounded. i fired randomly at the canopy until a dead soldier fell out of a tree.
    I was on medical leave. I was going home. I was really excited. then i was sad. Where would i go?

    My loved ones were all dead. I had nowhere to go. No one to turn to. I was alone.
    I had a marine escort to my house. once i got there, i found no one. No one excepts the invisible ghosts of my stone cold memories. Alex... My best friend. We had known each other for 4 years, and she was such a big part of my life. Gone. Vanished. Will, practically my brother in arms. Whenever i was in a pinch, he was there to back me up. Nowhere to be seen. Never to be seen. My family... all is already said for them. All gone. All dead. i touched a picture of Alex and me at Disneyland. We were so happy then... so much has changed in 9 months. I realized i was exhausted. I passed out, hoping never to awaken. Unfortunately, i did.
    i went to the bar. I didnt drink, but i met some nice people. i became friends with a girl about my age named Ashlyn. She is a good friend too, but nothing will ever be the same again. nothing can fill the void left by the gunsmoke.