This is War

January 12, 2016

The smell of blood was heavy through the air,

Bodies litter the ground.

Next to me a soldier is muttering, praying to god.

Some are shaking,

Others are hoping for a safe return home.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I march with my fellow soldiers,

All of a sudden shots rang through out the air.

Soldiers next to me are dropping like flies,

Fumbling with my gun I fire blindly.

Then I feel it,

A bullet has pierced me.

The world seems to blur as I fall to the ground.

While trying to stand I feel a sharp pain in my chest,

Gasping for air I fall towards the earth,

My heart starts to race and I know the end is near.

Everything becomes silent as if nothing has happened.

I tilt my head towards the sky seeing the break of dawn,

Then as I watch the birds fly across the sky,

A small smile comes across my face,

And everything becomes still.

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