Bottoms Up

I sit here and i wonder , why i have my soul in my lap and this pen in my hand, i've earn my stripes they said, and the blood is not mine to keep, but as the rounds tumble to the ground i lose more and more of my self , i wake up to the sounds of automatic gun fire,this time ever so close, sweat drips from my body heavily, with only one choice , i move thru the rocket propelled venom that's spitting thru my walls, i hear there screams as i tumble this body into the night torwards there cries, evil breaks the sound barrier has it rockets passed my head into the crooked pictures on the wall, i arrive , there they are two children, in pure terror , screams you've never heard and never want to. i can only take one ,reaching down, i scoop up a boy, he as well is drenched in sweat, tears ,snot, and drywall, i exit the room crouched down i scream to my partner move! grab the girl!! here arms are over her head covering it like the depleted uranium rounds wont pierce thru her skull as they pass thru the house , again another piece of venom passes by my head breaking the sound barrier , reminding me , i am all alone , i can not go back , i must move forward leaving them, i run into the never ending darkness with a boy in my arms and his little hands grasp tightly around me, we run , stumble thru the darkness, to are savior , a porcelain bath tub we collapse inside and i pray for the machine gun fire to stop, screaming her name hoping to hear her voice still. i hear nothing . i dont care if you like this poem ,story whatever you want to call it, and i dont care about spelling errors , or poets or poems, it was solely for my peace.