Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg… and my arm… even my fingers. The body I’ve lost… the comrades I’ve lost… won’t stop hurting… It’s like they’re all still there. You feel it, too, don’t you?
The constant pain and suffering that washes through me. The misery that my body absorbs like a sponge. I'm tormented by this agony that has me in it's clutches. This inescapable hell...do you experience it too?
