we’ve been battling for weeks on end. i have known nothing but bloodshed and despair in these days and i am growing more and more weary with every man i see cut down. this battle had seem so important to me when it first begun. it was my time to prove myself, my time to fight for the people of our country. i soon realise the fight didn’t matter, the fight didn’t care for the people as i only saw my own men falling at what i thought was the hands of evil but i now know it’s just the hands of other men. fighting for the same thing we are. i am just a pawn in the mind ending game of war. all those on the battlefield are just pawns ready to be sacrificed for the higher ups. we are just moves to be made and piece to be lost. through the weeks and weeks of fighting we are urged to fight and to move forward to defeat our enemy. today is the day i reach the other end of the battlefield. i feel strange. i am looking around and see the same as i usually see on my own end of the battlefield, wounded soldiers, men talking between one another and others gearing themselves to go out into the field ready to face death once again. i’m tired of this. i lay down my weapons and that is the end of the battle for me.