The sky has always looked so beautiful here.
She laughs and blushes pink puffs of clouds.
She shy’s behind her hands of returning birds.
A glimpse of blue eye is batted here and there as she slowly spins in her dress of winters last snow.
Her long black hair stretches against the sky-her split ends still in the quiet air.
I run my fingers through the jagged sticks and slide them along the frozen, empty ground.
In their exploration-they find my faithful weapon.
I pet him, like a hunter pets his best dog, knowing he stayed with me till' the end. 
My foot feels my best friends thigh-we were both hit-blown sky high.
I grit my teeth as a bitter sweet tear slips from my eye.
My comrades-every last one- lays on the ground, side by side.
It was just yesterday that we all joked by fire light. 
Eating, reminiscing, playing cards with rocks as our bet.
A deep breath in, a deep breath out-I shall soon take my last.
I feel her giddy eyes on me-she knows I am coming soon.
Yes indeed, I shall meet her soon.
My head feels light yet painless, I fall places I've never been.
I feel my own blood trickle down my skin.
And I know, I shall never have to go to war again.