Survivor

When news of the allied force was surrendering first fell upon our ears some of us did not even belive it. THe trouble we had gone through to defend this position was immense. I slowly started to realise That I could go home back to my family and friends and rejoice to the fact that we finally won. Although it is not like the war left me unharmed I have lots of wounds physicaly and psychologicaly. I have taken quite a few bullets but some how survived and I have seen many of my friends blown to bit and those scars are the ones that will never leave me. But I still was happy to be able to go home. Although dude to a disasterous disease  called the Spainish flu we were not truly able to rejoice going home until 2 years after. Even some people from my platoon died of that disease before we were able to go home. I can only imagine the pain of their family. But once we were shipped back off to home from Europe I was 20 where as I was 16 when I first joined. When I reached home I was so happy to see my family waiting for me by the port that I could barely even speak.But even though I was home and safe and coping well I would never forget all the pain of that war.