Memoirs...

I can still recall the first time i fell from a moving car, I can still see the scar from my first bicycle fall. I can still hear the screams and wailings of the possesed and hysterical students during Kem Koko Diraja 2007, I can still hear the shots of my M-16 and feel its recoil, looking at smoke oozing out of the target board being hit by my bullets, so many memories, but most of all... one memory stands above it all... the one I will always cherish and the one that will always haunt me. . . the one memory that branches into a million others....