The Truth

I took a walk in the French army camp. I ran into two of my old friends. Jean Paul told me about my family. He told me that my mother was chopped up into pieces on the street. My father was shot at and left to die. My brother Vianney was killed with Augustine. They either died from machine guns or grenades. Then the worse news struck me like a bullet. Damascene was dead. My aunt gave me a letter from him. He was telling me to be strong. I did not feel like I was being strong. I was so sad. I could not bear it. The killers chopped off the limbs of my brave brother and then cut open his skull. This bloody death scars my heart. All I know is that my dear brother was a strong and smart man and I loved him.