Bang ! He fell and we all stopped and turned ,' Oh my gods , Ryan .'
We all watch as our team leader lay on the ground and was bleeding he was dying but nothing could be done .
Months pass and I was sent home from Iraq but still could not help but still each time I saw his face when I dream each night . Then I'd decided to write a story about what happened and it got raved reviews .
But as I sat there signing autographs I felt a tear for not only my Captain but myself , I helped kill or murder all those people over there how was I was different from anyone else ?
I felt remorse at what I did .
I might have been a soldier or a G.I Joe picture boy but I had feelings I'd felt for what happened over there and now I cried for all those that died .
My Captain was one of those that had fallen , weep I might , cry too but I carry on because I had to . There is pain even in every day life like crime and poverty and people who never eat , but we carry on and struggle and live each day because there was common element that makes us who we all our , we're human .
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