I woke up with the sun blazing in my eyes,
My head pounding in my ears with a pain so fierce it hurt to breath.
There was a nurse standing over me, offering me a drink,
I poured it down fast, trying to eliminate the horrible taste in my mouth.
As my head cleared, I remembered last night’s events.
The room blurred from my vision as I focused on the previous night.
My unit was sent to wipe out a disobedient village.
At first it was just another mission, but everything changed when we arrived.
I was towards the back of the group,
When I got closer to the action I saw that no mercy was given.
The sex and age of the human was ignored; no one was safe.
Some children were barely wounded and stood horrified at the conflict before them.
Just as I felt sympathy for them, other soldiers shot them all simultaneously.
I could not emotionally take anymore,
So to escape the tragedy I shot myself in the thigh,
Even with agonizing pain I was hoping to permanently remove myself from the war.
So here I am now, wounded, scarred, and praying for peace.