I no longer see right or wrong, only life or death. Afghanistan ruined my soul, mortally wounded it spiritually, physically, and literally. I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be alive, I probably should be dead.

I never truly believed in a god, but I probably do now considering that I cannot think of any other reason behind my cursed arrival.

I should be in a black tulip, flying over the mountains, back to my homeland. But instead, I'm trapped on a foreign planet with miniature horses trying to help me. That makes me laugh. I should be dead.