Her Sacrafice


I would take a bullet for any one of these men, but for her I would do so much more.

It has been months since I've seen the love of my life. Surrounded by all of these brave men I still feel alone. I'm living in this hell on Earth, fighting the good fight, but it's hard to fight with all of my heart when she has it in her hands back home.

To be honest I'm just fighting to get home to her again. Around every corner is a demon trying to keep me from her but I will never give up. I'm fighting for my country, but to really just get to hold her again. Living underneath this hot sun in the middle of the desert I'm freezing cold since she's not here. Through the coldest of desert nights I miss her warmth. My sun dried lips miss the taste of her sweet lips. One of the only things that keeps me going is these phone calls. The sound of her beautiful voice, sends me back to a place where I'm finally not alone. With every bullet fired, with every bomb exploding all I see is her beautiful face.

I would take a bullet for any one of these men, but for her I would do so much more.

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