Nobody- short story

Sorry guys I know I said this would be out sooner but I have had a hectic few days. Anyway here is a short story to try and give you something to read. Now when I say its short I mean it. I wrote this at 12:33am on Wednesday. I couldn't put it up then because of obvious reasons, such as needing to go to sleep and having to edit it because no person should be able to write a story without making mistakes at that time. 
Also, the next chapter should be out either later today or tomorrow morning. Either way, its almost done. Had a major block and finally got past it when I ate vegemite, don't know why it worked but it did. 
So heres the new story. Enjoy!

Nobody

Nobody chooses a life like this. I mean I didn't choose this life. I didn't want to be flying everyday into a war zone, often barely escaping deaths grasp. I was one of the lucky ones who already knew how to fly a plane and had enough skill in flying so that I could avoid most anything. 

Nobody wants to die in war. It wasn't something people planned for their life. Many of my friends are dead now. The Japanese flying their planes into some of our own, killing not only themselves but the people who fly our planes. I was fast in my plane, always missing the kamikaze pilots trying to bring me down. But I couldn't save my friends from that fate too. I couldn't give them my skills in which would have saved their lives. A guilt that I had once had to bare. 

Nobody like being separated from their family. I love my family and want to be with them right now. But instead I have to fly a plane over Japan to drop bombs on them. I think of all the families I must have killed at night before I close my eyes. A fate someone shouldn't have to bare because of the mistakes of their government. I can't keep the nightmares away thinking of the children I must have killed.

Nobody wants to live through the nightmares years after the bombings we did. But we have to, because if we didn't, other poor souls would of had to. I am glad it was me who had to live through the nightmares. I still see the faces of the family when I sleep. The children of Japan who died in the war and bombing on their homes. I can't picture what it must have been like for them.

Nobody wanted to do what we did. Nobody. 

So I told you it was short. Sorry for the weirdness of it, i was having a weird dream when i woke up i turned it into this little story. Don't forget to comment and tell me what sort of things you want as stories or in the Hero's Core story.
Updating the character backgrounds soon so keep an eye out for that as well. New chapter tomorrow or in the arvo. And possibly another short story on Sunday, or it could be more poems if i find any on my computer. 
Thats all for now!