One minute there was silence and then sounds of war surrounded us and filled our hearts.
That's when my father ran out the door to help rescue the souls of others, but in the process, lost his soul in the midst of it. I remember those sounds of war, now they seem to be all I have left.
Gun shots.
Bullet wounds.
Death.
This seemed to be the cycle of war. It was like a wheel that never stopped moving.
It was painful to watch.
And it made you sick.
But if you tried to stop that lethal momentum it would run over you.
It would injure you and it will kill you.
It is merciless.
Ever since the attack by the Japanese on Pearl Harbor, my life has never been the same.
I became like a dead tree. I looked strong on the outside, but inside I was frail and empty and hollow.
my father died as a victim of war.
He left myself and my mother alone on this earth, and the worst thing is that I never got to say goodbye. Never got my chance to wave and see his smile one last time. When he sprinted out that door, I expected him to return with his chin up, shoulders back and a broad smile plastered on his face.
But he didn't.
and since then, my chin has dropped.
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Mind Blown
Historical Fictionman was able to split the atom. man was able to create nuclear warfare. man was able to destroy cities. but when someone is able to read minds, man was not prepared. Finn Shepard, recently loosing his father to the attack on Pearl Harbor, becomes a...
