A long time ago there was a war, it was mad. The war lasted 12 years, in that time they would take boys of any kind and send them to war when they turned the age of 18, that's of course if they weren't working for the wealthy. My father, a kind strong rich man, would take half of the boys and have them work for him. It wasn't any hard punishment like polishing chambers or working till you dropped, it was more like doing what fits you and how it works with your strength physically and mentally. Yes, my father was a mighty man but now he's dead. 2 years on this day I'll never forget how he died for me and it was all my fault. You may think I'm overreacting but he did he died saving his not so great daughter sorry I failed you. I love you dad and I always will....
sincerely, Nagisa Shiota