Last month, on October 21, my brother and I joined George VI's British Royal Military Guard to suppress the Nazi regime and seek political and social justice. I was a young man of only seventeen years old and my approach to politics and religion at that time was barely put into practice. In truth, the spirit that inspired me had nothing to do with any nobility whatsoever. No carefully articulated reasoning led me to this conclusion nor was I a patriotic citizen who believed so strongly in the cause of his country that I was willing to lay down my life for it. I was in fact a simple man of seventeen who only wanted his company's money and to give it the protection and service of its promises. It therefore did not surprise me that after joining this particular cause out of ignorance and blind indifference that I had failed to meet its demanding expectations. Needless to say, I share this memory with you and I share it with you. My name is James Wyard and this is my account of the incident in Cornwall. The night was young and the church bells howled with laughter. The town of Cornwall celebrated its annual festival with parades of White Lust bottled beer and strong red liquor. The invitation was open to all and the unbridled teasing colors with his open arms were too good for the 764 squad. “Come on guys. Hurry up ! » What if we get caught? What if he finds out? » Charlie's trembling voice rang through the air as David, Pascal and I walked through the hazel-brown grove. Walking in agony, it was clear that Charlie's expression radiated doubt. “Charlie, here!” » Grabbing a nearby flower, David tossed a rose into Charlie's arms. Pascal chuckled softly. “What’s that for?” Charlie asked... middle of paper... for a number. We only had a dozen troops while our enemies seemed to double our numbers. “Squad leader Roger 755, how many of us are there?” "22. On." I sighed. The world was turned upside down by fire and destruction. As I looked out and prayed in that ungodly hour, my veins rippled with fear because I had realized something. Charlie, Pascal, David and I were all part of this world. Sooner or later everything was going to happen, but I realized that we had a role to play and that I had failed to play mine. the radar screen and sure enough, there were many spots around our twenty tired "Roger, squad leader 755. Have any reinforcements come this way? I shook with fear and gave up. “…No reinforcements. On. Out"And this is how this story ends with these ungrateful words. I couldn't tell it to Pascal, David, Sarah and Charlie but I'm telling you. I'm sorry.