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Post by Zeke on Sept 19, 2006 15:28:06 GMT -5
Salvation. Its just a word. And yet, it gave me hope. As I lay there, bleeding from several wounds, I stared up at the clouded sky. When I stopped watching I would be gone. And so i gazed. Took in the details whilst I pondered on it. Would it be real? Was there a heaven? And was I dying for no reason? I never did anything to deserve this. I never wanted to fight.
But I did. There were all these poems about the glory of war. But war isn't glorious when you get there. Its just a field of death. My friends were cut down around me, but I fought on, not realising until I too lay in the mud.
This is what it does. It steals lives from the people who don't deserve to be killed. It brings out the worst in some and the best in others. But I didn't care. I'd lost it all as the arows hammered into my chest, lost everything. And as I lay there, I realised what life was.
It began to rain. The final goodbye to those who lay dead. And me, joining them.
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Post by lanaia74 on Jul 3, 2007 6:01:07 GMT -5
Totally AWESOME!
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