The country I fight for is a country not a certain specific declared one, but one I faced and felt through the experience. I believe that when I speak of patriotism it is not about a thing but about what I felt with the people in that nation. The people I see and walk together. It is not a mere country that I pledge my allegiance to but to the people of that nation. What I have done to defend my people is priceless. I felt disgusted and angered , challenged though pains. Hate was the only word I found truth in but in the end there was always someone next to me lifting me up from the dirt. They did not carry me they rather encouraged me to fight to survive. It was for those people that I fought to survive. For no country but for a country that we belonged together.