War

Swords clashing, horses galloping, trumpets clearly heard from afar. Guns a blazing shouting yelling screaming all around, cloudy dust blocking out the twinkling stars. The ground is shaking as shrapnel sprays around piercing skin. A putrid smell fills the air, choking others, making your head spin. Covered in bruises and cuts, you go down on your knees, recoiling in pain. You drag yourself away slowly... inch by inch you make your way to the trench looking for aid. As the dust settles, silence fills the air, all you see are mounds of dirt, tattered cloth, and a ragged flag. As you comprehend that you are the only one left, you collapse in exhaustion and distress.