My Squad Is My Family, My Gun

My Childhood Had Gone By Without My Knowing, And It Seemed As If My Heart Had Frozen.

I Lay In My Bed Night After Night Staring At The Ceiling And Thinking, Why Have I Survived The War? Why Was I The Last Person In My Immediate Family To Be Alive? I Didn’t Know.

How Many More Times Do We Have To Come To Terms With Death Before We Find Safety?

A Lot Of People, When They Say Forgive And Forget, They Think You Completely Wash Your Brain Out And Forget Everything. That Is Not The Concept. What I Think Is You Forgive And You Forget So You Can Transform Your Experiences, Not Necessarily Forget Them But Transform Them, So That They Dont Haunt You Or Handicap You Or Kill You.

This Is One Of The Consequences Of The Civil War. People Stop Trusting Each Other, And Every Stranger Becomes An Enemy.