The life in the front was difficult and every day what we could saw was the fighting battles, in which a soldier was so minor that every day there would be some soldier been injured, bombed or killed. No one could stop these. Later there was a hard battle in the forest. We were not so familiar with it, so we got lost in the forest. What was worst? We had been found by our enemy. It was only after a short time, they began bombing us. We were afraid but not disordered. Some soldier had been injured. To rescue them I came back, trying to find them and bring them out of the forest. Unfortunately I was hardly injured by a bomb. I lay on the ground and could not move at all. I was in despair, knowing that I would die slowly and painfully. Then I saw my Cartier necklace that my girlfriend sent me, which was as brilliant as before. My girlfriend must be waiting for me all the time. If I could not come back, it equaled to that I threw a bomb to her. It was so cruel. In my heart, I spoke once and once that I must cheer up and returned safely. So I tried my shelf to move my legs so as to let them recover form the unconsciousness. The Cartier and the love supported me and gave me continuous courage to escape form the despair. And I succeeded. About the Author:| welcome to loan (http://www.yloan.com/) | Powered by Discuz! 5.5.0 |