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Good soldiers follow orders.

That's what I thought back in the war.

But after the incident in Iraq? I don't know what's right anymore. Ever since World War 3 began, men of all ages were drafted, with my father being one of them. 
He didn't make it back.

I joined the war a few months later in hopes of avenging him, only to accomplish nothing. Burning villages and crying families were the only things I brought with my hands. 
Not vengeance.

And so, what did I do when I realized what I am doing is wrong?

I rebelled. I took as many of my comrades with me as the enemy commander retreated.

I know I might not see the gates of heaven, but, if God is willing, I wish to repent.

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