LAST MOMENTS OF A HERO?

MOMENTS BEFORE AND DURING THE DEATH OF IRISH MAN, MICHEL COLLINS.

"sir!!" yelled a voice by my side, i dont know who, maybe i never will. the blinding pain in my sholder is more importent. blood run across my face, im being rolled onto my side.  i use my strength to call out "stop, its to late, run!" but the words never leave me lips, its all over, my life play before my eyes, my mother, my father. behind the vision i see bodys strewn across the path, a burning jeep behind them. i focus on the fire, it help me not think of the pain, the light... its beautiful. my friends are all dead around me, my family is bound to be next. i whisper "i am forgiven" and my strength, i fight to keep it, it dosen't work. im gone forever, i just hope my memory, and what i have done stays with ireland forever. oh, the light. its getting closer, is not longer hellish flames, its a light as white as clouds. im at peace. well, i have to go now my friends, remember me...  

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