REMEMBER

The name's Steve. I was only 15 when I was sent to war. I missed my wonderful loving parents from the second I left. And my cute little pretty sisters.

Everything was miserable from that day on. War, dying, fighting was all that would go on from then. I wished I could go home soon but I didn't. I stayed fighting for 4 long horrible years! Rats the size of cats, over flowing toilets, dead bodies lying around. My best friend came to war too but he didn't live long.

I remember coming back on the 11th November. Remember me.