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A warrior is one that fights to the end, One that breathes its last breath when the mission is done. A god on the battle field, he is just a boy. Holding a picture, crying on this day of infamy. He didn't sign up for this, He didn't oh no. The gates of hell is opening, quick grab your rifle, aim and shoot. Reload!, Aim! Shoot!.

Days has past from his fateful test. He is now a man. But he has no wife, no child. He is alone, in a dark room. There is no more air, but yet, you can hear his cries, his screams. They are deathly afraid to go near that room. But thousands go. He keeps screaming.. Make it stop. OH! Another room is next to him, another warrior, just about the same age as him. He is also screaming. Now years has pass, still to this day there is screaming..But now different rooms. We have ones with jungle settings, desert, ocean, and now even one that replicates your room. Thousands of sceam, to let us all know: You are not forgotten.