I once personally experienced a human flesh battlefield that was more horrible than the forest in the competition, where life was like dirt, and a group of people could be wiped out with a single bullet. I once witnessed the death of his mother by an old Iraqi young man. He said that he hated war, aggression, guns and guns in his hometown, but he didn’t hate me alone. Later, I continued to interview and he continued to help me until I never forgot that day. It was a rare day in Iraq, and it suddenly calmed down in the slums. Guns and guns rumbled around the world, and disorder was everywhere. The fleeing people shouted that their relatives were confused and messy. When I was in a trance, the young man around me, his thin body blocked the bullets from the attack for me. I was safe and sick, but he died in front of me with blood on his camera.

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