This is a war story i wrote

The apprehension is killing me.  As we marched along the cold hard ground I got more and more nervous.  I was unsure of what to do, how I would react in a life and death situation.  Even the monotone rhythm of the marching almost dulled me into insanity.  I could no longer feel the weight of the gun on my shoulder.  My gloves had itched me in the morning…I felt it no more.  How much longer would this take? How long will I have to deal with this?  I felt as if I was losing everything I ever had.  I want to go home. I want to go home to my family. My wife and kids.  I knew we only had 2 more miles to walk, but it was too much. I didn’t know if I would ever finish the walk.  My friend leaned over and said “You don’t look so good man…you going to be alright?”  I could not answer his question. 

 

            The march was done.  The apprehension was bad, but the fight looming right in front of us was much worse.  I saw movement in the darkness.  As our eyes adjusted to the night, we saw hundreds of enemies behind a long barrier.  All we had was a few rocks to hide behind.  The general whispered “On my go everyone charge for them, we can’t let them have continue with this, they must be stopped.”  I felt like I was gong to die on the spot.  The general said “here we…GO!”  With a mighty battle cry we exploded out of our hiding and ran straight for the base. There was some good places to shoot from just shy of it.  That’s when the bullets flew.  I heard screams as my comrades where being shot to pieces around me.  Somehow I made it to the shooting area.  Some people where already there.  I took aim and shot a few guards around the left tower of the outpost.  We came under heavy fire so I had to move to another place so I could shoot some more.  I made it and killed some more.  I was certain that we where doing good but it soon turned bad.  As I moved to another place, enemies spilled out of doors in the outpost we had not seen in the dark.  Almost all of my comrades where mowed down.  I saw my friend on the ground.  He was missing his arm.  I went to get revenge on the bastards that did that to him, and in my rage I didn’t see it.  5 gunmen shot up my spine and arms.  I played dead for about 5 hours.  I never walked ever again. Ever.

 

Now here I am, bedridden, writing about my war experiences.  War is too much for this world to take.  If war continues, then all hope will be lost.  Fight for peace. Please, fight for peace. 

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