A soldier's lament

A soldier's lament

I felt the hot metal in my hand. So hot, and yet so cold at the same time.
Giving no mercy to those in it's path.
I heard the gunshot, and his scream of agony. And I looked into his eyes...
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a dying man?
Have you ever seen the absolute pain, anger and regret that fill his eyes as he realizes he's going to die soon?
I did.
They gave me the gun, and the bullets.
"Shoot the enemy, don't let them survive. We must protect out land." they said. Even though my friends and family would be dying beside me..
And so I did.
And now he lays there, still bleeding, still staring at me with cold white eyes.
Once you watch a person die by your own hand, there's no coming back. You know what true horror is. That's something no one can really know until they experience it. Once you've felt that one true horror, you can never really go back to being the
person you once were. There's only a chrade that lasts until you eventually die.
Watching him lay there, Pouring out his lifeblood, unable to curse the soul that gave him this undeniable fate, I cried.
I cried for my fallen friends and enemy's. For the lifeblood that stained my boots, and stuck to my hands. Even when the others came to kill me, I cried. But when the burning hole opened up in my heart, I laughed.
So this was War!
People senselessly killing, until no one even remembers the reason they even bothered to start! It was sad, but it was the reality I lived in...
"Thank You" I said as I fell for the last time. Smiling as the sweet nothing came and took me to oblivion.