18 June 2012
My blood splatter face looks down at the ground.
How did we get to this point?
A time when man turns on man.
Where nothing but death will suffice.
I fight for my country.
To protect it from harm.
Standing up for what's right.
My brothers have my back.
Of this I can be sure.
Much as I have theirs.
I look across the battlefield.
Men lying motionless on the floor.
The sounds of battle all around me.
Fear fills my belly
Just for a second.
Then the adrenalin kicks in.
Limbs shaking with energy.
Mind clearing once more.
I wipe the blood from my face.
Looking around for my next kill.
I won't stop until we win.
Or until my life is lost.
But I will die proud.
For I stood for what was right.
And I will die with honor.
But for now I fight,
Standing tall until the end.
Body broken and bruised
But one day it will mend.
Battle • Opuss № I