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True Life Story: THE BATTLE FIELD

As we lay on our tummies, crawling for a great distance, attempting to position ourselves and frightened to push the trigger, the next thing I heard was a horrific noise near to my ears. I was dead momentarily. The firearm accidently left my hands. The commander beside me gave me a fatal knockout of the blues. That was when I recognized myself again. All the while, I prayed in my thoughts and heart—" God, remember me, maintain and keep me for my mom; Oh, my mom!" When I had that knock, I was obligated to press the trigger, and I did. An intriguing, genuine life story you won't want to miss. Experience the intensity and chaos of war in "THE BATTLE FIELD" - a gripping tale of survival, courage, and sacrifice. Follow the journey of a young soldier as he navigates through the dangers and horrors of battle. With bullets flying and enemies closing in, he must make a difficult decision: press the trigger or face certain death. As you immerse yourself in the story, you'll feel the fear, adrenaline, and heart-pounding tension of the battlefield. You'll witness the bravery and camaraderie of soldiers fighting for a cause they believe in, and the devastating consequences of war. "THE BATTLE FIELD" is a must-read for anyone who wants to gain a deeper understanding of the human experience in times of conflict. It's a powerful reminder of the sacrifices made by those who have fought and died for their country. Don't miss out on this unforgettable journey. Get your copy of "THE BATTLE FIELD" today.

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Chapter 3: Tough Time Never Ended…

On a certain day, in search of a driving job, I met Mr. Azike, the primary contact I was recommended to at Enugu. I was happy that I had finally met a well-known person from my home town. "Life can be good again," I muttered to myself. After exchanging greetings, "Where is the letter?" he asked. I was perplexed as I could not access it.

To my surprise, he abandoned me to the tin air at that stadium, and we never met again. I sat down there for a long time thinking about what life has to provide for folks who have nobody to call for assistance. At that minute, I got a flash point—"my son, our God will always be with you as you go." That was my mom's counsel when I had to separate from her in 1957.

Courage came back. My strength was refreshed. I know my mum was praying for me. I remember God was with me. I pressed forth in my hunt for a job for daily bread. On a particularly nice morning at roughly 8:45 am, I observed an opening for an experienced driver. Remember, I had no experience, not even an hour as I had just attended a driving school with my certificate.

A pleasant morning, indeed. I marched immediately to the manager's office and stated to the gentleman claiming to be the manager, "Good morning sir, I am here for the job." Speaking in a foreign dialect, he added, "No more employment, and is that why you came into my office like that?" I gazed at my strange countenance. "I need the job, sir," I said. At that point, I was terribly hungry, and my eyes were as red as one who came out of a fire.

I left the job and found myself in an uncompleted building beside a market square. I can't believe this. I'm hunting for something to eat. They say an angry person is a hungry man. This is when I met a crew of wheelbarrow bushers. I was wondering how this person could earn # 2 (about $4) at the moment. Enquiring how to purchase a wheelbarrow, I was pointed to a person who owned dozens of them. After the whole setup, I took one and worked for that day. When I spotted some modest change, I was almost tempted to return the next day.

I am on a mission, I told myself. Be bold and never settle for less. I collected my certificate and walked up in quest of the great day, which I had never gotten before the civil war broke out.