Blood

So much blood

Everywhere

The world is no longer bright

And the sun is no longer out

The world is dark.

It is a battlefield

Of dead soldiers.

Of gunshots

I am terrified

I don’t even know if I’ll survive that day

I don’t even know if I’ll ever see my family again.

Everyday I think the Lord up above that I survived that day

Everyday I try to count how many deaths that day.

But there are so many I don’t even know.

New recruits come and many of them are slaughtered within hours.

I feel helpless.

We’re going to lose.

But America is the home of the brave

I’ve got to be brave

For my country

I raise my gun and fire

I feel a little bad for everyone I’ve killed

Because they have families who care about them, too.

I keep firing

Blood is all I see

Dead bodies

Covering the ground

Lightning cracks the sky.

I have to step around bodies in order to advance.

I cringe at all the bodies and destruction.

I see someone point his gun at me

I shoot him and he falls to the ground, dead.

I steal his gun.

Trenches have been my home for the last two months.

It’s never filled with happiness.

It’s always filled with soldiers looking at pictures of loved ones.

Soldiers mending.

Soldiers mourning.

Soldiers crying.

Soldiers sleeping.

Soldiers screaming.

Not one bit of happiness in this world

Not one bit.

On this battlefield.

Only death and blood.