It’s funny, those who carry the weight of war aren’t the ones who rejoice after, there the dead ones. I’ve always struggled with that fact, how can one risk everything for a better future, and yet they risk not being able to see it. Maybe your not doing it for the future, your just escaping your present.

I always thought living on despite whatever the world turns into was the best strategy, no matter who’s fighting who, just stay alive. Stay on the sidelines if you have to because the men who give the orders don’t care about you at the end of the day. In the end, it will all end eventually. So, who are you fighting for? What made you pick up that gun?

Except this time I’m on the other side. I’m the one whose risking everything. Not with a gun but a single letter. A time and place, the only lie lies in the date and that one detail can either cost or save thousands of lives. And maybe, hopefully, put an end to this madness.

And it just so happened to fall into our hands. The five of us. Bearing the weight of the letter. The burden of war. We cross the border line at dawn.

So, I guess I’m writing this because I’m scared. I’m about to be someone who puts their life on the line and even though I know I won’t back down. Because, I’m not going to fight but to end this. I’m still scared I’ll have the same outcome. Dead.

I was here.