War, war never changed. Everyone has a story, some left untold, some good some bad, some more terrible then others. This tho, is Yuki’s story. A story about a kid, teen, 18 years old, losing everything he ever known, a story left untold, a past he never told, following him, as the place he lives falls in ruins, and he has to survive, to hopefully help some if he can, or do his part.Once a normal student about to graduate, now a war survivor, refugee. A story for the broken, story for those left untold. A story in honor of just those that survived, but even those that never had the chance, to those who didn’t survive. Those whose story never told. For one reason or another.
I am not the best writer, I am not always good with words, but after everything I’ve seen, things I read, things I’ve heard. While not one of war, i am one of those that feel. There are people out there who never spoke on what happened, those who couldn’t speak, and those who may have been forgotten by some. Nation, race, gender, religion, no matter what it is, this story is for the lost, the broken, and the brave. Follow me, as I tell Yuki’s story, meant to honor those who may have not been able to be honored to those that deserve and need it. Thank you, to both vets who fought, those who keep us alive, those who help us survive. Doesnt matter if you are of war or of a hero who saves those caught in fires or otherwise. This is to all of you. Every single one. Let me write you guys a story that you wil love and one you will be happy was shared. Thank you. Salute to you all.
Just don’t expect me be one hundred percent accurate right of bat, instead except me to fail in some things, and correct me. I take criticism and advice, just don’t be a rude. And I can not say this enough, Thank you, to those lost, those broken, and those that are brave.