The enemy who cried for me
The virtue of Empathy
Soldiers have wounded and hated each other for the benefit of their nation.
Ridiculed and ostracized I hated this world and people and craved destruction. But then a rival soldier with a similar past saved me!
He cried for me, we were enemies, yet he cried for me, and he called me his friend despite being on opposite sides. Between those who have suffered the same pain, there can be no hate!
There are no true enemies in this world since we all experience pain. I want to protect my friend and I want to protect this beautiful Earth.
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Kylecovey Smith
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