As I flew through the battle, the rain pelted me from all sides. Bullets also flew through the air. Was it friendly fire or enemy? In the end it doesnt matter. They're all just as deadly. All were intended to kill a human being just like myself.

The clouds begin to break, the sun begins to shine. How beautiful. It doesnt matter. I dont remember what happened, but the next thing I realized, is that I'm on the ground. A mangled plane surrounds me. I see the color red everywhere. My comrads come. They carry me in a stretcher. Then I see a person on the hospital table... It's me....

My body is then covered, my comerads remove their hats and bow their heads in sorrow. My soul is now lost as I wander the battlefield in eternal despair.

this is so sad

Whispers"what does it mean? "

General Dollar wrote: Whispers"what does it mean? "

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Oh, god. I just triggered deja-vu by reading this, I think. Great, yet sad poem though.


---mourning over my cousin, but moved by a poem, King