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Train Journey of Goodbye

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     My hand is placed on the window as I sit and watch the train 'chug' 'chug' into the countryside and away from the hustle and bustle of the train station. I am leaving all that I know and being called into the duty for my country and to go into the unknown of war.

     My mother couldn't stop crying, my pregnant wife I leave and all my brothers, sister and my uncle as I sit here alone on the train.

    I dropped the letter as soon as I received it, I felt conflict in my heart and looked at her and she just knew that I had to go and leave her and my unborn child. I am afraid and only twenty years old but I have to go and abandon all that have and go into battle.
 
    It is peaceful here, the countryside, trees and grass is green but I will be going into chaos, bullets, gun shots and the pain of war and battle. My heart is beating away as I go further away from home into a world that I am unprepared for, from a world of which I knew and knowledge that I may never come back home.

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