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After the first shocks, such as the fall of the Jarkanda Pass, the destruction of the holy city of Camale and the slow retreat to the south, there was stability in the front line. Then a miracle happened: the savages were released.
When the Gospel arrived, I was serving at Sarbuje Point. Our hearts rejoiced and many soldiers shouted for hope. I said to myself, "I started worrying at the beginning of the war, but now I'm sure we'll win in the end. It's going to be a tough fight. But the war has turned on us.
Unfortunately, this should not have been the case. I was not there when it happened, but the beautiful city I worked hard to protect fell on March 2, World War II, so the whole war broke out in a horrible way like Jarkanda Road.
Thousands of people had been cut down and ransacked in the town of Tenai Farms. But we are pushed to the ground in front of us. They killed us like flies. When the doctor died, I put on a helmet and acted like a doctor. I managed to avoid all the dangers and gradually I was encouraged to recover slowly and we tried to bring the enemy back to the edge of the village. But unfortunately, when I was injured, the war broke out again and we lost.
When I returned to the service, the enemy then drove us to McLean Fortress. And by the end of the war, the surrounding lands had become rocky and barren. Each tree was broken into pieces. And every square meter of grass was constantly torn up with cannons. But this beautiful fortress would keep the fight going. The enemy had come a long way.
I started shooting. My first experience as a cannon policeman was that I was good at it. This is my most beautiful moment. Generals sang praises to me and a squadron of cannons. And the superiors noticed my abilities and made me a lieutenant colonel. After several days of unseen cannon attacks. We eventually destroyed the enemy's headquarters and liberated Waterloo's head. I hope to continue, but it was lost in the war.
Later, enemies invaded the village.
