The Chaos Theory

I see a flash in the distance,
Then the dirt flies around us.

All sound is muffled in my ears,
I open my eyes to find myself on the ground.


As I slowly rose to my feet,
I see my friends and colleagues all around me.

I still hear no sound,
But I see my comrades screaming in pain.


As my hearing slowly restores,
The sound of flames and yelling grows ever louder,

Then I notice the gunfire.
I quickly turned, searching for my shield,

And instead, I find my brother in our vehicle.

The Jeep is engulfed in flames,

His bloody hand slamming against the glass.
I grab my rifle and strike at the glass, again and again,

But it refused to give, and I saw my brother fall, unmoving.

I cry, as bullets flied past me,

I turn to pick up a shield and face the enemy infantry,
As they charge full speed towards me, I slowly creep forward,

The shield absorbing every blow from their guns,
Until I reached a fellow comrade.


I picked up the rifle from her corpse and hold my ground.
This is War,

This is Hell,


And now, this is personal!