10:37 a.m., operations begin
my company is ready and the missiles are launched.
On the hill opposite the cannons are spitting fire from hell.
Obeying the stripes,
how many friends have left, how many friends remain locked up in
an asylum. Operational in the field. Plague be with their smiles which
kill me every day.The helicopters drive me crazy, the men run
in order to flee death which mows down the bodies, it ticks.Life is tax towards
the end is ugly, it's a bad straight. Even in my worst nightmares
it wasn't so sordid: a legitimate, unpunished fratricide. It's just a
macabre game in a field of marble slabs where the proudest
retreat to die under a tree. The horrors of combat in any case
quickly taught me the reason why those who died smile.
The shells rain down around cutting down the trees? every impact, clack,
only to mutilate. Is this really useful? And futile is my role: in the melee, the clamor like a thousand bullets graze me. (In) Fact no: it is for good the front. Our officers kill in cold blood those of us who hide
and run? let's step back.
Know their faces?Don't worry about it,
it's a simple soldier's story
it's a simple soldier's story
10:50 a.m., the fighting rages, the edge of the woods is purple
and strewn with corpses. When I think ? last night without
stars where the trailing bullets weaved their lethal web...I was
so afraid of dying, of being injured? and rot. Fear paralyzes me
and I have too much trouble? feed me.Those opposite are perhaps the same age as me. They have a mother who will be inconsolable if they
don't come back and who knows, they could have been my friends?
Every time I see one lifeless, I vomit ...It's crazy what
you can think when you're sure you're going through it.Hunted-cross?
into a ditch? hollow? all ready? bury.Look around:
Horror is the guest today, assisted in his dark work
by Lady Madness.
Know my face?Don't you don't worry,
it's a simple soldier's story
it's a simple soldier's story
11:50 a.m., at the top of the hill, can't I make it? believe that
the ascent was so easy. The opposing resistance was weak. Our
colonel boasts of having swooped like an eagle on the objective
which we are ordered to inspect and to be very attentive in order
to take prisoners.When I arrives on the scene, everything is ashes and dust, the officers congratulate and are very proud. The buildings present no hostile aspect...
My God! We massacred? civilians! I run among the bodies of decimated families: piles of peaceful people whom the war has killed. Our generals, our colonels have not lost their smile. As if they knew it. My soul tells me "Shoot in the pile"
All these murders for one reason: to take the hill, a
strategic place. The drama is internal. Since that day I have been waiting. Have I lost my humanity? this beautiful spring morning.
In truth? I never knew why I fight
It's a simple soldier's story

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