i am a soldier in combat for my existance fighting for the ability to hear my heart beat, this battle feild in which i roam this indigenous bruttle battle feild i call home.ive got my head up chest down strapped with heavy ammunition as i blow away my opposition making survival my only missin threw these meadows of mass destruction. i glance over my shoulder, i see death as she begins to creep. a menace to my fait, i can feel her venoum stream along threw my viens as she is my opponet which i will consume. to assist me? my malicious legion of doom. for i have won the fight but not yet the struggle,see as i am just a soldier a young warrior in this quarrel with life.