The Soldier
He'll never be the same again seeing all that blood shed, heart racing, bullets flying, seeing his comrades lying dead. The screams in the night, pulse racing, hiding in the dark. Knowing that any second he's gonna be the enemies next mark. To afraid to breathe, daylight comes, the scene is so unbearable, never did he think that war could be this terrible.
Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2015
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