LOVE AND WAR ( A story of peace and blood)

from his sleep. With a grunt, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his boots, and began gat

You're coming with m

clothes and followed George outside, where the old, rusty truck waited. George loaded the tools onto the back

"Look, son... I know you think I'm too hard on your mother," he began, his voice rou

but firm. "But maybe if you treated her

now a damn thing about being a man!" he barked. "You think it's all kindness and soft words? No! This w

window, hiding the

the truck and slammed the door. "Get out. Today,

e thick of the farmland. Rows of crops lined th

e land. "This is what a man builds. Blood,

visited. The trees grew tall and thick here, vines h

lk all over you. You can't even speak up in class, can't stand your ground. Y

just walked, his eyes

nd George's ankle. He cried out in agony, stumbling and hitting his head against a

outed, eyes wi

ching his bleeding h

soft earth beneath him. With a loud splash, he fell into a deep pit filled

e was preparing a stew, stirring the pot with care. Something didn't

e back by now,

de. She began running toward the farm, her heart pounding

aside, but the impact came too fast. Her body hit the ground hard, her head

't coming. His voice cracked, his limbs weakened, and his mind drifted between panic and

ows across the farmland. The wind rustled the