"Why me," I said to my self as I had crossed the great ocean. "Why did I have to join this army of dragons? I didn't want to play in the sand." I tell you why. Because I'm an idiot. I should of listen to my father, my grandfather, and my friends. But nooo. I had to get my research for my story. I could of asked friends about what the ( Read more... )

Well, I'm off. "I'm leaving on a jet plain. Don't know when I'll be back again." One day I'll be back here in this little village with all of my fellow dragons. And we'll repaint it in red. (Or what ever color we fell like that day.) So long my sisters and brothers. I'll be seeing you all on the tail side for a few more months. Love you all.

Tomorrow I'm going back to the Land of Tormented Sand. I don't want to go. It's hot and there is always danger. The Iraqis are aloud to come in and work in our camp, yet they are the enemy. You can never trust them, because a lot of them are there to get the secrets they think we hold. When I get there Hitler Martin will probably make me do ( Read more... )