Been here for many years in this trecherous place. It's just like a war zone, a war zone that I'm in. It smells with the horrific bodies of now life less soldiers. Uggh, that smell of rich blood, I think I'm a be sick. Terrifying, I'll remember this as long as I live.
Stop the shooting! Halt! Can't stand the noise! Please! Halt! No one seems to listen to me. I crawl up scared into a hole dug into the ground. Hoping I will be safe, praying that it'll all end soon. Why so ever did I join the Military? I cover my ears and cry.
Tankers and Humvees, watch out! Don't hit the land mine, please by all means, oh God! Too late, maybe they didn't hear me, maybe I didn't shout it loud enough. Tears strolling down my face, I need to perk up, I gotta be strong. I gotta help my comrads fight.
I slowly crawl out of the trench and lift my head up to see if there's an enemy around, I don't see one. I crawl hopelessly onto the cold and clammy ground as I feel something hit my back. I freeze in shock and slowly turn around. It's one of my soldiers.
He's wounded and hurt, I need to help him. Where's the paramedic? I can't find him and I don't have time, I gotta save this comrad's life. He's been shot in the chest and don't have much time to live. He gives me words of encouragement and tells me to go on. I close his eyes.
I stand up and this time I'm brave and strong. I don't care what happens to me now, I couldn't save my comrad's life but maybe I can save anothers. I will fight against my enemy and I will not fail, I start to shoot away, only hoping the bullet hits the enemy.
Thousands of comrads around me fall, others are wounded. It's gruesome out here and the air is polluted with the stinch of soldier's bodies and the warm blood that they just shed. It's crucial. Surrounded by me, all I hear is agonizing cries of help.
I close my eyes and hope that I'm dreaming but I'm not. I pinch myself to make sure this isn't real but it is. I cry out to God, hoping that this war will end, hoping that He will save me from this horrible sin. I take out the picture of my loved one and hold it close to my side.
I crawl back in my hole in the ground and start to cry again when someone touches my shoulder and says "the war is over", "we won". Lt. picks me up and shakes my hand and tell me job well done but how? I don't ask questions, I just give him a hug that's so tight.
I can finally go home to see my family and to see my friends. I never knew it would be so dark and gloomy when I joined into this painful tragedy of war. I will never forget what happened here as I leave my fear on the battlefield.
