After the Battle

A jumble of limbs and skin, not that I knew it, I was just an another(prenominal) break of the landscape, a surface of khaki and blood, surrounded the shore, clouded a non-white pink w present a ship sat deserted and al nonpareil. Sand gatherings were pat as they followed the wind and flustering specs as sharp as glass, were deciding where to settle, inspecting every body, join it for a while, tho would soon be gone. direct my clothes are crusted with blood, a gunshot so tasteful can rip through your body like a mol it burrows within the depths of human body, blood and bone, stopping at nothing to pass to the other side. A gunshot so destructive, can take no prolonged than a fraction of a millisecond, to puncture your heart, to suck the air from your lungs and pop collide with the blood to empty your veins mo after hour. Hour after hourits metre to bleed. I could no longer get the bitter nip of the burning mainstay on my open wounds, nor the suffocating inner w complet elys of the tunnels, carven by a bullet, still curbping. All I could feel was a general ache, the fact that Im still alive, seems inadequate.I feel like a tap that has been left on, drip, drip, waiting for my life, to be effortlessly, cut off. I could hygienic be melting and the taste of the fluids dripping from my face is recognisable, I am dr throwing in my own blood, sweat and tears.Hesitating to open my eyes, I mobilise of a rusty gate as the weight is so embarrassing to lift, secured with glue-like mucus, sharp and jagged in some places, my eyelids seem to be do of metal, brittle and disabled by age and rust. How long had I been here?Had I grown old in this battle?I feel altogether robotic, like a machine that had been broken, no longer a human scarce just another tool for those who are let on than I am, either them or the person left in me gave me the skill to open my eyes, as that gateway is like lifting numerous tonnes of weight. But to my commence all I saw were ga shes of light that came to me like a stampede, the sand was on me and everywhere, each grain an annoying little bee, my eyes compose a hive of little sand and blinding white, just organism in existence.I sharply shut them again, Im back in my own little world, tho is that place really where Im needed? Again, the shutter doors mustiness open, the jagged edge is instanter broken, it seems a great weight off my mind when the entrance is clear, the gate is now satisfactory and lifts quite swiftly, I am free, freed into what? Im stumped between a prison and a mass A and E. Everything nearly me is death, leads to death or inspires it.Ghoulish faces looked at me from all around, but with no expression. Their features lie downstairs the murky prepareer of dust and dirt. angiotensin-converting enzyme who was settled very close to me, has deep red stains all around his m bug outh and nose, it is visible to see the dried out tracks where blood had speedily escaped through his lips and nostrils, and even faint fingerprints where he must concur rapidly checked the bleeding. He had been shot only once, in his neck, one move for one life and that touching of his face was likely to be the last move he ever made. His right hand lay on the sand, next to his neck, his fingertips too, tinted with his own blood.I suddenly realise that something was safekeeping me up, I couldnt understand why I hadnt known this before, as it was off the beaten track(predicate) too close to my skin considering my vest, shirt and thick jacket, soon my sense makes it somewhat painful. The sharp jagged material had formed a spear, and it took a moment to think about getting myself out of this awkward position.The gunshots in my leg and side were holding me back, but I had to use anything else I had in the world to push me away from this pain.I can see my wife, that blinding white is now lighting up her big chocolate-brown eyes, those same eyes that believed so much in me all that time ago , stand right before me as if they never leftIf this was all I had, it had to be enough to get me through this day I must survive, if only for that.Stand up.I hesitantly move my tutelage soles onto to the flattest sand I can find, even now my leg is vibrating with pain, but I must go on.Stand up Come on man You are weak Youre no use to any of us down there I wont ask you again boyMy knees change posture themselves and some miracle had led me to my feet, from where I immediately fall into the almost land sand bed, it agitatedly buzzed around me, stinging and biting on any flesh available. But it was the distinct scream that will always haunt my mind, I didnt before this imagine I would ever fear my own voice, as it shattered the silence I lay hoping and praying it would not wake anybody up, I preferred to be alone. Or close to it, as my gaze now met that of another pair of eyes drained of all emotion.I looked at him, I wanted him to look unhappy, I wanted to feel sympathy, but it looked at me with pride, it had died in honour, it had done his duty, so nothing mattered.I reached out and gently pulled his eyelids everywhere those misty eyes, and already began to miss him. I looked over him towards the admirable surroundings, where I always wanted to come, huge cliffs towered above me, invest with beautiful plants, the vague outlines of which I saw swaying, almost dancing beneath the beautiful sunlight. The heat had done nothing but added to my pain, but the throw away now glowed, its rich blue tones comforted me, I had done well, this I knew as I released my thoughts into the cloudless sky, where I stayed, til the end.