Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

 When John came around on Friday, I expected him to have asked me to sky dive, or go paragliding, or ride a go cart, or something like that. He was always trying to get me to go do crazy things, even though he knew very well I was too scared. I didn't mind most things, but thrill rides always bothered me. The action was never my thing, and when I heard of the war, I decided to STAY OUT. When he came up in full armor asking me to participate, though, I couldn't help but accept. Of all the things I haven't done, I decided it was time to make a change and live a little. It was sort of ironic in that way. I go to war, to live.