My Brother, Killed in Battle: Personal Journal

I did not tell my mother what it is tapping, or knowing about, or dead inside. That evening, she cried and told us the news when we left the room. My father came home from work, and we were making chicken fried steak for dinner. We like to have dinner together, but we rarely go, usually my mother is a chef. My other brother, Garrett, is playing a video game downstairs. My mother left the room confidently and entered the kitchen and sat down at the table.

I know that many people and families have never seen the sun after the fight. I have heard of brothers and cousins ​​on both sides of the border where I killed each other. I have heard stories about horror about human atrocities, but this is not a fact, I always believe that humans do not behave like animals in fact. I could not believe it until I saw that the story was broadcast on television across the country on the same day. This is a real jungle, people show little reaction to running in life except fighting and flying. Any beast in the jungle can be anyone who does not have brain power and weapons in his hand. In such an environment, people mainly work through stress and anxiety.

Oh, my brother was killed. One day I saw a little boy who looked like my brother at the school where I work. He has autism, I think my brother has it. When they finished eating lunch, the little boy had collapsed. His onlooker soon reprimanded him and told him to use his words and due to his collapse he told him he would not get his good-shoulder smiley sticker that day . The boy seems to have failed completely. He sat on the floor, rolled down his cheeks and shed tears, and his ass angrily wrote something on his action table, she put it on the clipboard. When I saw the sorrow and pain of a little boy who looked like my older brother, I did not feel well. My brother endured the pain under Ronald, so I felt sorrow for the first time. I grieved his death for the first time.

Journalism failed in this country when I was young. When I was in college, we saw the president, his brothers, and beloved civil rights leaders assassinated. We had problems in Vietnam and killed 59,000 young Americans and hundreds of thousands of Southeast Asians. One racist in five states got the campaign campaign to the president and gained 10 million votes - 13.5% of the country's total votes. In the fall of 1968, my first riot crush police experience came from that person - George Wallace - in his "Standing America" ​​banner under the Baltimore campaign. In the same year in Chicago, the Democratic Party Congress rejected populist peacekeeping candidates liked by young people and nominated party veterans. The subsequent riots on Michigan Avenue spread throughout the country and also caused an organizational bomb attack that attacks dozens of targets throughout the country.