Living Hell

November 7, 2010
By , Lincoln, IL
He kissed hre on top of her head, a tear rolled down his cheek. Her sobs shook his body as he held her. Turning, he ran to catch his train, knowing that tonight she would clutch their only 3-year-old son and pray for his life. Time to return to the Living Hell called war.

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