• War


    I listened to the crunch of gravel beneath my feet. The screams of pain and terror coming from the citizens of this battle-scarred town. Fire was raging in the ruined buildings. I saw blasts over yonder. My rifle was held close to my chest. I smelled the scent of ash and gunpowder. Felt the blood that was crusted on my uniform. The air tasted stale in my dry mouth. I thought that this was it. This was how it was to be on the battlefield. This was how it was to be on the frontlines. This was the experience of war.