In war, you meet many challenges. One, of course, is death. Death can be painful, and it can be painless. As I died, I remembered. I remembered everything in life. The ones I fought for. The ones I loved. The nature, the peacefulness. I could remember it all. I loved some happy memories, and hated the sad ones. My life was in my fingers, and it was blowing away like sand on a windy day. I needed save someone's memories, so they can cherish them forever. My life was beautiful, and I wasn't just about to let it go away.

I picked myself off the ground. I saw the bullet that would’ve, killed me. I didn’t care if blood was rushing out of my body. I had to save all the good memories in life. Even if it meant that I would lose my life.

I ran as fast as I could. “I need to save the memories” I told myself. I saw my best friend, fighting for his life. With my last breath, I pulled him out of the battle. He was pretty bruised up. But then again, I should’ve been dead.

I had saved him. I was ready to die. Even that person wasn’t my friend, I would’ve been satisfied. As the air rushed out of my body, my soul floated off. I died, but I would never forget, my happy memories. Even in death, you can remember them.