Won't back down
It all started on a bright day the sun was shinning nothing could ruin my day. I was rather young when the war started but it never seemed to change or end. The constant question went through my head when it all began. It seemed time and area controlled my life a rather bumpy road in a never ending cycle. A routine that was both a plague and a gift my decaying arms hiding the truth behind my lips. My name is of a beautiful flower and that is a rose and like a garden I will soon grow. I will not let my past devour me and I will not back down to protect myself. I was once like a deer in the headlights but now I'm a strong and confident doe and now I feel slightly like a strong buck with an iron will and nerves of steel.
I always seemed to look at a better part of life aside from the death aside from the war death was never a thought on my door. The curtain closed on many stories of forgotten heros that no longer mean a thing. Actually they never meant anything to us as they are nothing but the enemy and you must kill in the ice cold blood in a war. Wars are always cold no matter what the temperature is pointless death and never ending suffering.
When you're born in a war you learn a lot yet you learned nothing. You learned the feeling of killing a creature as the same species and you feel heroic to your wonderful country. Then you learned nothing as you have always followed things with a blindfold on and hoped you never hit a brick wall. When you finally wake up from the war you're scared and alone you seem now like a military drone here you are soldier here is your rifle this is your gun now fire it on the world. You hear it in the news at time were a 'drone' kills innocent people just from the shellshock from his rude awakening. Sometimes its a wonder how we can kill ourselves better than the enemies can its a true gift to realize what is done has been done.
I won't back down though I won't let the war get to me I will stay as sane as I can be. I do have this constant dream of happiness of a peace that last forever but I fear it's only lasting in heaven. You see only my most deep core of my sex I can find it in my heart to carry on after all that has happened. Men have an easy war they can fight like the dogs they are over some red meat. Women suffer longer after a brawl after their wars its a long lasting pain in the spine. Though I know men may have the same scenario we suffer more from this endless brutal war but we stay strong and won't back down.