Standing behind enemy lines in the 4th row, I watch many of my comrads and friends get blown away. So sad to see them go, oh how dreadful the pain as they fall one by one and just to think that I maybe next in line terrifies me so.
Bombs are exploding,hitting everything in there path but we have no time to turn around and look to see what's going on. We must keep our eyes focused on what lies ahead of us across the barricks to the other side.
It's crucial out here on this battlefield of war but we don't give up, we keep fighting for what is right, we keep fighting for our freedom, we keep fighting for our lives. It's a life and death situation but still we gotta go on.
I carry the pics. of my loved ones in my heart as I try to get over the terrible death of my friends and comrads that died earlier on today. I will sadly miss them for I know I can't replace them. Still I won't give up hope nor faith as I continue to march on.
Life is worth the living and living is worth the fight but now it's my turn to fight first in line since the other 3 rows have quickly fell to the ground. I'm scared and nervous but I lift up my shotgun and shoot, not caring where the bullet flies.
All of a sudden it's smokey now and I can't see a thing, not even my hand in front of my face. Not even the enemy that maybe on the other side. It's deadly quiet out here, not a sound to hear. I feel as if I'm all alone. The smokey haze clears when I realize I'm marching on.