How the trumpet makes me feel

This is how the last post made me feel. The sound of the trumpeting made me feel depressed and made me miss all those dead soldiers even if I didn’t know them. It made me feel small and useless. It made me feel lots of sorrow for those that have died. It makes me sad knowing that they won't see their longing familys ever again. It makes me feel like crying and screaming in hatred and anger at the people who killed them.