Helmet full of tears and dirt on it worn out fabric, was strapped tightly on his head; the only shelter from constant visits of death’s bullet.
Covered in bruises, paint, mud and blood; his face unshaven, unwashed for days on end. Fear was wiped all over his grim face. Fear for being captured, fear of losing, fear of certain death. There was also an obvious expression of exhaustion, from the many endless nights gone without rest from the paranoia his fear were to come true.
And those eyes must have seen some horrible things. Eyes narrowly opened to seen in to the distance, we see his regret and despair for all the things he had done, all the lives he has taken. How to him he was a monsters to himself. His pink as his he has been crying from guilt and despaired.
His only comfort was a small stick cigarette just holding in his scarcely opened mouth. Taking the smoke in, he was soothe for just another day of war. He kept telling his self it was almost over, but it lasted forever, they dragged on. Coming to battle he never thought it would be this way; he figured it was all about glory and fame. But now he finally understands what was meant by ‘not to judge a book by it cover’.
This morning was no exception either, another for his comrades died today. Shot in the head by an unseen sniper. Like always, he had to leave his friend behind just like the rest. There was nothing he could have done, he tries to, but he ended up being dragged away. If he had stayed he would have met the same faith as his comrade. That were nothing that he could say nothing he could to
“Damn what was I think, joining the army was the worst thing I have ever done in my life” though the young soldier. “I fight for my country and what do I get, my comrades have perished, I killed people, I’m a monster; all for this god for saken war. My comrades and I cam into this together, were suppose to leave together,” he yells out in frustration “Why is there a war in the first place? My life isn’t worth this. I shouldn’t be involved at all.”
Full of anger and confusion the young soldier thought. Face covered in paint and muds the young soldier thought. As the smoke for his cigarette curled back to his face, the young soldier thought, “What the hell is going on?” guns, murder, crying, and death was what was going on. He was on the break of insanity, thoughts zoomed across his mind like a
As this young soldier thought his thoughts, something on the horizon caught his eye; it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw for months; the sunset. For all the months that he served his country his country he hasn’t seen such beauty in such a long time; from all the distractions, for all the worry, he never stopped and thought for a second; until now.
The sun shined and lit up his eyes, as he gazed at that beautiful sunset; watching and watching until it vanished for his sight. In those few minutes he thought about his wife, he thought about his family, he thought about his friends, he though about all the people who were counting on him. He wasn’t supposed to do this for himself; there were other people that actually mattered than him self. As someone once said ‘there is no glory without death and sacrifice’.