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Old 12-28-2016, 07:35 AM View Post #1 (Link) I am a soldier.
Charlotte S (Offline)
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I am a soldier, tall and gaunt.
I am a soldier, my face lined and scarred.
I am a soldier, and this is my story.

I signed up for the army when I was 17, I look at least 19 so the whole pretending I'm older was a breeze. When I thought of war I thought of glory. Red banners flying high in the sky, girls cheering. The men would drink around the campfire at night and we would have our choice of whichever female we wanted. We were heroes after all. I couldn't have been more wrong.

My first night in the army was spent shivering as cold enveloped us. No fires were to be lit......the Nazis were out there somewhere. When day light came we were given the order to attack. It wasn't the glorious victory I had dreamed about, where the enemy fall in your path, silently with out making a stand for themselves. No. The air was filled with smoke and fire. People were screaming in agony as bullets tore through them. I was battling a young man, I had nothing against killing the enemy, but this lad was only a boy. I began to have second thoughts about killing the Nazis next generation. Silly, I know. He didn't seem to have any qualms against killing me though. His bullet ricocheted into me. I gasped and collapsed to my knees. Blood created a blanket over my icy body. I could feel the air whistling through the hole in my abdomen. I wasn't going to get out of this one alive. I relax as the agony dwindles to a throbbing pain in my side. So long as I don't move I won't die in too much pain. I don't see him coming until it's too late. He falls, his gun piercing my body. Blood spurts in a waterfall from yet another wound. Can't I just die in peace? That is when I see who the dead Nazi is. He is young, brown hair flops over his eyes. His hands are stained with the blood of many.......including mine. Karma has come around. My shooter is dead.

I can feel the end coming now. I'm coughing blood and my body aches. I feel dry and shriveled as my life blood leaks from puncture holes. I cough again. The sky seems brighter, the dark smoky haze has lifted to reveal a field. This field holds the bodies of many a hopeful young man. To be fathers. Husbands and brothers. Many mothers would grieve this night. Death has rolled his dice, raised his sickle and taken the unlucky from life. Looks like I'm one of them. I can see the light again. The sun shines brightly, sending light cascading over all these blackened men. I breath a final breath. Now I'm just another body on a field. Dead because I showed mercy.
Be awesome.
Live your dream.
Do whatever you need to do to achieve your goals.
Remember, you're amazing no matter what!!

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