Everyday, I sit there and play my
favourite piece of music. Specifically, I play the music that reminds me of the
war; back in the days when I
was a medic in the Navy. As I listen to
my much-loved pieces, I remember memories of my past; memories that have lasted
a lifetime. The music brings back the memories of the times I risked my life to
comfort the wounded. Specifically, the time when I lost my brother. I ran to
save him but I was too late.
By Neive, Dylan, Harry and Krysta