Death in War

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I was horror-struck as I watched my mates drop dead beside me. More lives were lost, including men I had known and mates who were close, but I had to keep on going.
A shot rang out. I was the last man alive.
And then, pain. Pain was I could feel and pain was all I was.
Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

Submitted: December 07, 2010

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I was horror-struck as I watched my mates drop dead beside me. More lives were lost, including men I had known and mates who were close, but I had to keep on going.

I thought about my wife and our children. Was I ever going to see them again? What would little Billy do if he was told he'd never see his father again? And Lucy and Sara? No. I couldn't think about them now; I had to concentrate on the enemy.

I could feel my heart beating as fast as a bitch in heat against my sweating chest. I grieved at the loss of my mates, and I felt cold as ice when I saw all my teammate's bodies scattered on the hill, their corpses pieced with bullets. I was the last man alive. Oh, but no. A shot rang out.

And a striking pain in my chest pushed me down to my knees. I screamed in agony. It was a maddening pain. It was so... painful. I’d never felt anything like it. It started to spread throughout my body like poison. Pain. Pain was all I could feel. Pain was all I was. Pain: pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. I wanted it to stop. To stop tormenting me.

Oh, Lord be merciful, I begged, Ease my suffering.

I felt a warm liquid smelling of copper flow down my shirt. Blood. I looked down and I immediately – and desperately – used my hands to cover and apply pressure onto the hole in my chest. I was bleeding. It was my blood. I’d been shot. Shot in the chest.

Then, I knew. Knew why I was sent here. I was sent here to die. Die for my country and family. Such a honourable death for a soldier such as I, wasn’t it? In minutes, seconds, I would be up there with the angels, in the Heavens. I would finally be at peace. Forever at peace. Away from this living nightmare. And my tormented soul would rest. My body would be lost to the wind, the rain, and the ground. I would be nothing yet something.

I closed my eyes in defeat, lifting my head to the Heavens and smiling at the clouds. And then, endless dreams of light and God filled my soul, and pain was vanquished.

Peace, finally.

Copyright © 2007-2010 by Sylvia Lee


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