Monologue Of A Soldier In Fade

I know it's been a while and I’ve been fine, up until now, because something came up. Marcus died. It happened on O'connell street in the capital of dublin. I was there when it happened. The enemy had me pinned down, but that didn’t stop me from winning. I got curious to as of who he was, seeing as of how good he was, but that's when I realised my mistake. When I checked out who it was, I discovered that it was Marcus. I didn't think about who was shooting at me from the distance, only the fact that he was. He died at my hands, and I never even thought it would be him, the enemy sniper, it had never crossed my mind! But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dead. He’s dead, because of my decision. I felt a wave of nauseous, and all these emotions,

“Help we need Help over here!” yelled one of the soldiers that was firing at an enemy three kilometers down the hill. I saw him get hit in the chest about nine times i remember the sounds of gunfire around us and bullets flying past like angry hornets. I ran over to him “ Help me please i don’t want to die.” he mumbled. I fumbled around in my med kit pulled out a needle and a jar of plasma “you're going to be ok!” I yelled back over the gunfire i proceeded to stick the needle in his arm and holding the plasma in the air. I looked up and saw six japanese soldiers running up the hill with M18’s towards me. I quickly drew my pistol “it's either me or them sorry mom” I shot till my clip was empty and quickly picked up a carbine to finish them

I lived through the end of the world. Quite the conversation starter isn’t it? It came fast and quickly, wiping the human race out in huge numbers. It snuck up on us like a dark shadow and no one saw it coming. Most people reading this would think that aliens invaded, or a huge disease spread throughout the world and knocked us all out. As cool as that would’ve been i have to admit, that's not what happened at all. We ended from our own destruction.

You may have been wondering if i could change back to myself. Well I tried over and over again to become normal again but it just has not worked. All my friends that I had in 1920 most of them died so I have nothing it's hard to not have anyone but myself. Most of my hiding spots became something else over time. So I decided to fly far far away to a island hoping that no one will ever see me again until i can become normal

After the the machine gun stopped shooting and left i got up and looked one more time in disbelief that i killed my brother and his mom told them both to be on the same military force so they don't get killed and so they stick together and not for something like this to happen but moms know everything and we both should have listened to her but we didn't and now my brother is dead and now how am i going to tell my parents after the war or what if i die in war mom and dad would have lost both of us and have no one else but dad

I have no idea why I am writing this letter to you, but after seeing the number of casualties our side had, I’m afraid of not returning home to you my love. If my dear Lucy, you are reading this letter it means that I have fallen on the front line. I refuse to die in vain and for this reason, I want to tell you what really occurs in the battlefield, for I believe that you my love deserve to know why your fiancé died.

I spoke with our National EEO Counselor this week, discussed the great work you do and shared ideas you brought to my attention.

felt an overwhelming obligation to protect this girl that he had just found, seemingly dead. Perhaps seeing Cora’s limp body unconscious in the river had opened up a soft spot for her in him, showed him how sad it was to see her so helpless. Whatever the reason, he could not bear to let any harm come to her at all, from any source.

Mike had known that. He had seen it with his own two eyes and experienced it first-hand. But despite his initial opposition to the idea of proceeding with the original plans of playing the event for obvious reasons, he had let Billie convince him that he was well enough to play the show.

You a abandoned all along, always and anything are as back, be becoming belong. best. break bred but can claim could day. destroy do don’t doubt.

I can hardly think of a worse place to be tonight. Once again, I have to endure the company of a fawning bunch of pretentious pricks, quaffing on complimentary Cava and talking bollocks. Don’t get me wrong, I have a deep appreciation for the arts and especially photography, I’m a photographer myself, but the stuff on display here looks more like a bad sixth form art project to me. In all honesty, I’ve seen more artistic promise from my six-year-old, than this bunch of clueless bedwetters. The exhibition brochure they’re passing around boasts a collection of some of the finest talent in British contemporary art today, so I should being feeling privileged, but you know what? I’m not, and what’s more, I couldn’t care less for

I know that you may miss me (of course), so I have left you this letter. As you may have already noticed, I have left many packs of smarties throughout the house, and have instructed Pa to leave more. Hopefully you learn how to fold clothes/wash dishes, or at least learn how to hide in your room until somebody else does it like you usually do. Don’t let cat pee on my bed too much, but you can let her sleep in my room so long as you’re sleeping in there as well (top or bottom bunk), as long as you wear socks... You may use Reggie Goop’s account whenever, just don’t impersonate me or anything. If you need any money on any servers just let me know and I can log on; hopefully I will be able to whoop your butt in PvP some more

ain is like a snowstorm. It just gets worse. Whenever you think the worst is over, it’s not. That first day I was taken I thought I would die, the pain was so intense. It was easily the most painful dose of pain I have ever felt, and I promised myself that I would never feel that kind of pain ever again. That is the only time I have ever broken a promise. The next day was worse, it was the same pain as the day before only doubled. The pattern continued each day getting worse until I started to feel pain outside of the testing room. I could tell the others did too. The other children were wimps. They cried at everything, while I, on the other hand, had not cried at all. I was saving it for the worst pain of all.

I want this rank because I have played OPCraft for quite a few years now. Though, I was recently blacklisted even though this was my favorite server, and recently I was un-blacklisted, and while I was staff I had fun, I had memories, and most of all; I helped the server. I helped any player that needed assistance, I did everything I could.to help those players. I want to repeat that, because it made the game of minecraft, more interesting as I was slowly, but greatly losing interest in the game. And again, I went through some tough stuff in life, and it lead to depression, and anxiety. I had lots of things that were really hard, and hit me pretty badly that the game of minecraft, and especially the network of OPCraft

I’ve been stuck out in the badlands for almost a month after I survived a plane crash and I’ve been fighting to make it home every day. I was in a little bit of trouble with some people I knew and I had no choice but to do as they say, I didn’t want to put you guys in harm's way, then everything went to hell. I’m sorry for not telling you guys the truth.’’