• today our troop walked thruegh the small town that was attacked on the privius night.ashes burned and singed my feet. theey were still hot and soaked thruegh my warn boots. the smell of blood was thick and corpses lay still and cold.one of the servivers fell to her neas and wept uncantrolably and the others just stared at the grusom sight. the ashes fell like snow for three days and on the fourth, rose petals blue in the wind with the very smell of death.

    soilders diery~