25 June 2012
This is just a quick one I wrote.We had to do a short story about a person feeling emotions and there was a Vietnam one someone did so I decided to do my own on that idea.Enjoy! :)
I wash the blood and smell of steel off my hands.I wipe the sweat and dirt off my face and splash some water on my bloody leather armor
I walk into the castle grounds, still in my helmet, chain mail and quiver.My bow hangs in my hands at my side.I see enemy prisoners being dragged into the dungeons.The screams bring back memories, and the blood, the thick blood reminds me off the battle.I see arrow filled corpses.My arrows? Maybe.
I remember the shots I took with my bow, watching the arrows smash into enemies.The boy with his blue eyes I shot.My head aches, I feel bad.I think of the ones I stabbed.The ones I beat with rocks.The less lucky ones who lie dead right now.Im lucky.
War is brutal, and I am not its victim, yet.Many are but not me.Im fine.For now anyway.
Cold Steel-Horrors Of War • Opuss № I