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On a Soldier's Death
His back meets the cold, wet grass under him, his eyes meet the blue endless sky hovering over him. The cigarette from his hand dies out as it meets the sopping grass below He feels the blood escape his body that now is no longer whole. As he stares up into the sky, he thinks of the girl he hated to leave behind. He thinks of his mother, her tears streaming down, his father’s proud hand, as it strongly grazed his crown. He thinks of the men fighting for their life, He thinks of his enemy, ducking for his life. He thinks of the reasons war even exists, Maybe this isn’t the way one should even live. The sounds of his men approaching feels distant in his ear, the struggle to save a life is unyielding, when the bullet cuts through the heart, there is no weaker feeling. Slowly the sounds of planes hushes down, The sounds of gunfire are stifled, The missiles whistling in the background stop and all of nature’s sounds just suppress, as they come to a halt. The men become blurry as his eyes start to freeze, The body that once fought, now turned to solid ice. For the last time in his life, he thinks of the girl he wishes he never left behind. He thinks of his mother, whose tears will continue to run, the father’s proud hand, that wont ever touch his son. In these last few seconds, he does not feel scared, as he spent this life fighting strongly for his homeland.
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