Armagh, Ireland- Philip Adler

Today I went to Southern Ireland to the Saint Patrick's Cathedral, where the Pope of the Catholic Church was holding refugee at. While there I ran into a war veteran at the bar in my hotel, he wasn't catholic but his wife was sick and he needed to get her a blessing, it was the first time since the end of the war they had left Germany. ed the interview by Coincidence, maybe I'd like to think of it as a sign from God. Anyway I started the interview by asking him who he was, he was an ex German militant, and a good man at that. He was stationed in Eastern Europe during the war and he was in charge of keeping refugees safe, that is all he told me he did during the war. Anyway while he was there he fought off many zombies, and protected the people there, then his Commanding officer died from a bullet that went through a zombie and struck him in the back. Wow that must have been a crappy way to bite it, your blowing away zombies and then ones spots you and starts moving towards you. You don't see him, one of your squad members does, and shoots him, the bullet goes through the zombies and then strikes you, must have sucked and Philip witnessed this happen to his commanding officer. Back to the interview, anyway while he was leading his squad he got a coded transmission from the HQ telling him to leave the refugees and go to a place that was used in the cold war. He rejected that because he had a "working" conscience, but he went anyway because he would have been charged with treason. So what. So what if you are going to be tried with treason for leaving innocent people behind, if you are getting commands like that, just say no. I wasn't there I realize that but still you have the power. He got to this rally point and met with an old military buddy, e took a bullet for him once, he saw him and let out tears of sorrow thinking about what he had done to those people. He wanted to kill that Commander Lang, the one that gave him the orders, never got the chance. Commander Lang put a bullet through his own head because he was a sissy. I mean come on you tell fighting men that they must abandon there refugees to go to this place to stay hidden, and then the men do it and you put a bullet through your own head, pathetic. Well until next time.