I was listening to a story about blood and weapons and I thought of my great grandpa.
It reminded me of a time of war where my great grandpa fought for peace and freedom. It was a war of blood and death. My great grandpa was a man who would never give up. He got shot in the leg, the arm and in his back. As soon as he laid down- BOOM- a bomb went off and there was more gun fire.
He had no way of escaping.