It was a powder-keg. Tensions between the countries and their allies had grown to the point that almost anything could have been the match that triggered the end of life as we knew it.
Unfortunately, that was me when I lit a brick of firecrackers to impress my friends. I didn’t know how near we were to young and inexperienced soldiers on both sides of the border. They heard the explosions, thought they were being attacked, and began firing.
I didn’t mean to start a battle that led to a war that would engulf the world.
I turned eighteen today and received my draft call-up. I should have listened to Momma. She always said playing with firecrackers would get me into trouble someday.