A STORY OF A YOUG MAN BEING SENT OUT TO IRAG TO TAKLE THE AL QUIEDA.
It was a foggy april morning and i had just woken up from a horrific nights sleep. I tossed and turned all night and mut have only got about 5 hours sleep. following my usual routine i got washed, then had some breakfast and my strong black coffee. The thud off the letter box, it was the post. as i lifted the post i noticed a letter with the destinctive army logo on the top right of the envelope. cautiously i opened it and the bad news was there in black and white i was getting sent out to iraq.