Pride -- (war essay) --

Pride The soldiers of my army were pounding at the walls of the enemy base, ramming into the thick stone and metal with tanks and bulldozers. There was little left on the interior of those walls, having been blown away by mortar shells or destroyed by howitzer fire. The few buildings that retained anything more than a foundation were scarred black and had walls that had fallen in. The base was completely lost, or so …

…my knees in pain. The moans of dying and the silence of the dead are the only sounds that reverberate in my soul. That day after the massacre, the rescue chopper came and I was rescued, but not from my mind. I will never forget that it was my mistake that ended the lives of almost five thousand soldiers. Pride and ego can lead us to the grandest mistakes. Those mistakes carry a weighty price.