The sky was grey,filled with dust and dirt. Everything that was disgusting and horrible floated through the air.The smell of soot burned my lungs. But it did not matter to me, i was used to this. Everyday, the deafening gun shots would pierce my ear drums and the images of my comrades dying would recur in my eyes every now and then. It had been like that ever since that day. Ever since that first day, every since it began.
When i was younger, i had always dreamed of blood and glory, of killing as many as i can on the battlefield, of bathing myself with the impure blood of the enemy. I dreamed of being a hero on the battlefield, i dreamed of killing a thousand enemies at once. But now, all i can dream of are the nightmares of heads flying and people dying. Every day since that first day, i was always daunted by many unanswerable questions. When will it happen?When will it end? When will the strength in my limbs finally fade away? It was always the same questions.
Now, as the ground shook beneath me and the walls covering myself gave way to the merciless bombardment of artillery, i asked myself,"Is it worth it?Is it worth the fight? Is it worth it to live a life that is stained with the blood of many people?" The answer was obvious to me. It would be perfect to do so, to just let the strength finally seep out of me together with the pain and the suffering i had endured. It was just perfect. As i stood up, i imagined the peace that would finally overcome me. I imagined the peace that would come with the one thing that all of mankind feared. I imagined the peace of death.
As a bullet pierced my skull, a sharp pain ripped through my beaten head. Somehow, it felt good. As suddenly as the pain came, it ebbed. A curtain of darkness was lowering slowly over my eyes. It was a blessing to be able to rest after so long. It was definitely a blessing. There would be no more fighting for me ever again. I would never need to fight a war again.
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