The Question of Life or Death.

     If your uncle needed you to go to war for him would you? If you wanted you family to be happy but not see them for a year, would you? If there were only to choices between life but a quick death, would you? Well, those were my options. I could got to war since my uncle wasn't capable of going himself, or risk my families life by staying with my family. I had to chose what I felt was the best answer, to stay. My mother, father, and uncle wouldn't talk tome for days. I had to catch my own food, but got to stay home for shelter. My work, excelled, though because of my parent's anger about my decision. One day, i got upset in the fields and stormed back home. I slammed the front door and shouted at my mom, "I'm doing this for all of us!"  My mother looked up from her work, "So being so selfish is good for all of us?" she asked. "I'm sorry I don't want to risk my life in war! I'm 12! We could flee mother, away from Europe and take our religion with us! Let others have the joy we have in our lives!"  My mother sighed, "But you know that is not an option!"  I started to cry, "Then lets make it one! I don't want to leave you."  My father, grandfather, and uncle cam through the door from their hard labor in the fields, I was now going to have to face them.