I look up at the burning sky.
Reloading my gun I stifle a cry.
Bodies falling here and there.
Men sharing their bullets with care.
Getting out of the bunker is sure suicide.
No matter what you’re going to die.
Jack pulls the pin of the granade.
Tossing it, he hopes to save the day.
The explosion goes off and the bodies fly.
A runaway bullet, Someone is surely going to die.
I screamed to Jack, “Look out get awake!”
But knowing in my mind its already too late.
The bullet penetrates his tan and bloodied skin.
He falls in a heap and never cries again.
Tears stream down my eyes.
As I turn around to stifle my cry.
In a matter of seconds things turn from bad to Worse, When an arm goes flying by, Traumatizing our best guy.
Then an explosion occurs, Knocking down our doors.
Men scream and jump in the air, Meanwhile, I hide in the corner, silent with fear.
The enemy invades as we flee for our lives, Knowing already, that most of us will die.
I clutch my gun and make my stand.
Knowing already I wont see my family again.
Bullets flying and grown men crying.
People dying and choppers flying.
I scream out for the lost souls, As me and my friend are ripped with holes....
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