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Dear Seina



Today I got my 1st kill,

It was really against my will.

It came down to him or me,

Thinking of you all,

It had to be he.



I thought about his family,

Would they ever understand,

Could they ever see.

Why I had to kill this man?



It wasn’t something

I wanted to do,

But it was the only way

I could get back to you.



My bullets riddled his body

As he went down,

And there were pats on the back

And congratulations all around.



Don’t they understand,

This is a life that will never be

Reunited with his family.



I try hard not to show

How I really feel,

About this man I just killed

But I don’t have time to mourn his loss,

As mortar fire and bullets are raining in

From this mosque.



We pulled back to this wall,

When two of our own are hit and fall.

They are crying out in agony,

And I ran out and dragged them to safety.



I don’t know what I thought,

I just knew, they were friends,

With whom I had fought.



I don’t know how long it will be

Before I can make this post,

But hon, right now I need you the most.



Love you. Give the girls a hug for me.



Sean