Day 5

Dear Journal,
It was maddening. I cant handle the emotions rushing through me. Misery rushed through me into my veins. How could any group of people wipe out that entire village? It was a bloodbath. Every inch of that village was covered in blood. Not one spec was left clean. Everyone in that village was left dead, however I did manage to find two people alive from this slaughter. A girl about my age, barely alive, and a young child, the girl’s brother. I had to carry the baby, ammunitions, the blankets and the rations to a nearby village to be treated. It was hard work and my feet were aching, but we were lucky to get there safely. I had time to remind myself of the village and that massacre that took place. I hated the loyalists for tearing apart the village like that. Yet, when we were ordered to shoot the few loyalists less than about 15 feet away from me. I could get myself to shoot the man. Here I am, in a war, and I cant fire at people who come from the group that wiped out that entire village. Lolo had no problem shooting, and taking away those boots. But I was just glad we got rid of that thing after what it did to his feet. What I had seen today was something that will be left in my for me whole life. Scarred.