War, the worst thing that can happen. Everything, everybody is happy till war, War of unknown.
I pray my Fathers name is not called. And for my brother, he's got another year left to go before they can draft him.
I will sit here all night listening to names being called. Zebutin. Our last name won't be called till the end. My name, Savannah Zebutin.
My fathers brown eyes, so glossy from crying, but he doesn't want us to notice. He's not crying because he's sad he's crying because he's scared. Scared of what this war is.
His eyes tell me not to worry, everything will be fine. But fine when, when the war is over and he maybe dead. Nothing will be fine again.
I hate wars, everybody does. If my father dies, our whole family will die. I love my father. I just... They have gotten to the Z's.
Edward James Zebutin.
