A Soldier's Soul

March 26, 2008
All I can hear is gunshots and the screaming of torched soldiers. I see fierce flames and black smoke clouds like a thunder storm billowing towards me. The smell of gun powder chokes down my throat as I gasp for air. The taste of nothing lingers in my mouth. I feel as though I’m never going to get out of this dark and horrible place.

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