I miss my family so much, I’ve missed the birth of my child, I am fighting in war and can’t weight to get home to my family. My child will probably be 4 now and will not know who her or his father is. I miss them very much, BOOM the war had started again.

Finally the war had stopped, we slept with dead rats, in a big tunnel with blood all over. Then the war started for the last time. Then I had faith in myself, I was going to win this war The war has finished. I won this war.

I stood at the top of a big hill and saw my wife and my child, I raced to the bottom and gave them a big hug. It turned out my child had known who I was because her mam had told her that her daddy was fighting in the war and that he was going to be back very soon. Her name was Elisabeth.