THIS WAR IS DRAINING. I DID NOTHING, IN THE EVERYDAY. THERE WAS AN ICY RIVER IN WINTER. NO ONE WITNESSED OUR CROSSING TOWARDS THE SEA (SAVE FOR YOU). WE CROSSED THE RIVER. WE REACHED THE BEACH, IT RAINED. THERE WERE BONES ON THE BEACH. IN THE RETURN I SAID NOTHING BUT I KEPT THINKING, HALF WAY THROUGH, NO STOP NO STOP NO STOP