Voices

He rolled one up, then kicked back in the sunshine.
The night before had certainly been a "fun time".

"Nice one Sarge", the first voice said.

"I think I make that sixteen dead!"

"No, I'm sure it had to be more?", came a fourth voice, different to the three before.

"You have done well bro", a fifth voice spoke.

"Call that a massacre? You're a fucking joke!"
He didn't like that one, voice no.6, always throwing insults into the mix.

"Shut the fuck up!", his own voice retorted.
The other five laughed, no.6 had been thwarted.

"Oh man you got lots of red on your shit!"

"Dude are you bleeding?"

"I don't think you've been hit?"

"Are we out if ammo?", came voice no.4.
He emptied his kit bag, out on the floor.

There where shells for the Mossberg, and a picture if his wife.
9mm bullets and big combat knife.

A Berretta, a Glock, three frag grenades too,
A small pocket bible, and some gum he could chew.

"Are you retarded?", again no.6, with dried blood on his hands he reloaded his clips.

"Well I think you did very well!", his best friends voice, no.5, did tell.

Then one voice, he'd not heard for a while.
A voice to make his bloodstained face smile.

A voice that came from no.7, his guardian angel, sent from heaven.

The marine was loading the Mossberg now, as his guardian angel told him how:
"You've earned your place with God today, and sent more heathens Lucifers way. Your reward in heaven is well deserved, now my child your time must end on this earth."

"Oh no way man!", said voice no.1

No.6 said: "C'mon fucker, get this shit done!"

No.2 said: "Shoot yourself in the head!"

No.5 said: "I'll be there too when were dead!"

No.3 said: "Let's go kill some more!"

There was nervous laughter from no.4.

It did not take long for the news to get out, that a
Massacre had been carried out.

Women and children, sixteen dead.
Killed by a 'Lone Shooter', the Officials had said.

Nobody was certain what happened that day,
Post traumatic stress disorder some papers did say.

He was found with a single shot to the head.
Now the voices where silent, and the Soldier was dead.