Everyday I wake up in the trenches, it smells like mud and gazoline. And I can't stop from remembering the days I wake up by my sleeping wife while the cat was biting my nose. Those where the good days, the days that seems distant, the days that I fight for in the trenches full of mud and gazoline.
But, is NOT OVER YET! As long as I'm alive, I will do my best to win and survive so I can feed my cat and kiss my wife once more!