After the war, while every one was going home spending time with their family, living like it's a new beginning for something great in their life .But there were those who don't have a place to go , nor anyone who could they relay on. So me and my friend just walk arm and arm singing song that we don't understand, crying without hiding our tear while walking down an alley. An alley whose path I don't know neither my friend we walk till the end were the border were met between those countries I was so drunk holding my friend in my hand then I look up curse the fate curse those who I can even god I curse because he left only me with those horrific memories I couldn't forgot . The place were we had fought is neither now a playground to the children nor flowers grow there. Neither it had been clean nor it had been seen it's like we are vanished after that bloody hell. It's like we were never born and never we had fought for this country. But what could I say that's the nature of human being Eh . Not living in the past seeing the future enjoying the present but it's look like now me and my friend are below these so-called human being .
Sorry my friend but I can't leave you you are the reason I'm walking even it means to be slave again I will still need you to quit my thirst to quit myself, to sleep peacefully again. Oh, I talk to much to myself my friend I shall take your sip again and leave this mind blank and sleep here while holding you near my chest
Because for a war fighter Alcohol is his real friend. Good night my friend Hope tomorrow will be same cause I don't want to ruin my life again if I would have one tomorrow.
I don't know about war but I know more about people that live there life after war