I laid there, soaking in the midnight air, trying to get in a bit of sleep before the war. Every time I feel my eyes closing they shoot back open from a small sound in the night. I've never been more paranoid in my life. It's around one in the morning and I haven't slept a bit. I took a look around seeing other men struggling to sleep as well. It calmed me down to see I wasn't the only one afraid. I looked over at my drum that was laying peaceful on its side. I ran my fingers over the rough patches of the worn out drum head and tossed the fallen cherry blossom on the ground. What if I mess up and get everyone killed? I can't let my thoughts get to me, it will only make things worse. I finally drifted off into a deep sleep, making
