War...
It brings us nothing.
Nothing good or piece-full.
Only blood shed.
Nothing remains.
Every thing's gone.
Nothing remains,
of you and your comrades.
That war...
That bomb...
Those brought nothing,
only death.
Every day...
you seem to waste away more and more...
Until your own family doesn't recognize you.
Until no one knows you as who you were.
Your mind is gone,
gone to that war.
Something stupid,
that never should have involved you...
You were to train new reqrutes.
Not go over those seas.
Why did you want to go?
You seem crazy,
determined to get yourself killed.
"Why?" I ask you.
You say, "It's my duty."
But whats the point...
if it will get you killed...
and we never see you again...
I never see you again...
Brother....
don't go....
Please don't leave me...
please don't leave us...

I will miss you... my brother....