One the breakout of fights and war in their own country, soldiers had to do something. This is where our story continues.

My name is Paul Golden. I watched at houses,cars,and buildings burned down. There was nothing we can do. I got dressed and ran outside. There was the police station, still in tact. I ran in, got suited , and patrolled. Throwing smoke grenades, I could barely see my self. Behind me I felt the heat from the burning buildings,and I could smell the smoke. We had no choice but to skip the pellet guns and go to bullets. We fired at all the people causing harm. Including a 72 year old, lighting a fire.

The children cried with out their mothers,fathers or friends. I decided to get home, and lie down. Before i entered my door, I looked up and said “Oh my-” cut off from my sentence. The top floor impaled my body.

To be continued