' Welcome home warriors!' banners hang from what used to be street lights. It's only 12 hours until dawn. Though I've always been a night person, I like the beauty of the sunrise. Sunset to sunset, filled with surprises, dangers, hopes and dreams. Though, you're lucky to find a kid with the old sparkle in their eye. Dreams thrown to the hell hounds. Never to been seen again. I remember when I was a young child, in love with my surrounding and living life to the fullest. That was until the war pulled our country to pieces. Families torn apart by war, drafted and sometimes, unfortunately killed by the horrors of war.. I still remember the day when I returned from battle. My mother was crying and so was my father. Scars from war can't heal anymore than a stab wound can heal with salt in it. Never have I seen that much blood at my feet. Everyone on my squad was completely dumbstruck and baffled. I walk down the street in my uniform and my name tag that said 'Blackwell'. My name is Jade Lee Blackwell, and I've been through hell and back and still haven't made it back out. No matter how many times I wash my face, the feel of the make-up used to make me have camouflage and hide with my surroundings. I can't erase the memories and I sure as hell can't fix the past. Even if I could I couldn't make it better. Just an infection that had started the war. Started World War 3. One country tried to attack the south and in result the south attacked the north and the original country. I may just be a girl, but I'm sure as hell we all need to man up.