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Dear people at war,
I wish I could talk forever, I have a million words to say.
I wish I could ask them, are you hurt or are you ok? But no matter
how hurt they get, they stand tall and show how important our world is to them.
I wish I could have asked my brother how it was and what to do. But
now he is gone, he is no longer there. Oh, I loved him
so, I wish I could have asked him everything before that awful day.
The day I got my call from the leader of the soldiers. I wished I
had died that awful day. Even though I miss him, I will never
forget that one special thing, his spirit running wild and free. But it is
no longer free, it's trapped on that land. I wish I could have told
the President how it made me feel and how lost I was without my one big
brother. It haunts me to this very day, even though he only died that one
week ago. I wish the people at war the best of luck and I wish they
will make a good choice not to fight in another war.
I hope I made you think of how awful some people feel about who they
are losing.
This is cloud1wdm, signing off.
Bye Whyville.
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