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tramatic war experience

tramatic war experience

I was just an innocent boy, so blinded to the reality of the world
Full of excitment,
When I joined that army, it was like I was in a new place,
but there was something that I was really unaware of... the real reason of me being there,
I couldn't understand why there were so many glasses around,Ā 
this glasses of whiskey that was being used as a coping mechanism
But once again I was just an innocent blinded boy with a mind open by a private school that only taught us the 'fun' of war, but never the reality
When I got there and saw how men were physically and emotionally affected by the effects of war I was devastated by it.
They though I had nothing to loss if I joined because of how naivee I was, but i had a loving family waiting for me, yes! not wife and kids, but a mother and father and siblings those that helped me throughout my whole life till this stage were also important. But they never though of that...
I started to experince new stuff and learn why their coping mechanism was that... but as much as IĀ  understanded I was also being affected by this traumatic war experinces....

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