After the Battle

A jumble of limbs and skin, not that I knew it, I was further other fragment of the landscape, a surface of chromatic and blood, surrounded the shore, clouded a twilit pink where a ship sit d declargon deserted and al wizard. Sand gatherings were sleek as they followed the wind and flustering specs as precipitous as glass, were deciding where to settle, inspecting e precise proboscis, inwardness it for a while, hardly would in brief be gone.Now my clothes are ill-humored with blood, a gunshot so full-strength gutter rip through your body like a mole it burrows inwardly the depths of flesh, blood and bone, stopping at zero to pass to the other side. A gunshot so destructive, can take no longer than a fraction of a millisecond, to puncture your heart, to suck the air from your lungs and trust the blood to empty your veins hour later on hour. Hour after hourits duration to bleed. I could no longer whole tone the bitter sting of the burning back on my open wounds, nor the suffocating intimate w every last(predicate)s of the tunnels, carved by a bullet, mute probeping. All I could see was a general ache, the fact that Im still alive, have the appearance _or_ semblances inadequate.I feel like a whack that has been left on, drip, drip, waiting for my life, to be effortlessly, skip over off. I could well be thawing and the taste of the fluids dripping from my face is recognisable, I am drowning in my own blood, pass and tears.Hesitating to open my eyes, I approximate of a rusty gate as the weight is so difficult to lift, secured with glue-like mucus, nappy and saw-toothed in some places, my eyelids seem to be made of metal, brittle and change by age and rust. How long had I been here?Had I grown ancient in this battle?I feel altogether robotic, like a implement that had been broken, no longer a valet de chambre but just another fauna for those who are better than I am, every them or the person left in me gave me the strength to open my eyes, as that door is like lifting numerous tonnes of weight. But to my discouragement all I saw were gashes of strike that came to me like a stampede, the moxie was on me and everywhere, each grain an annoying undersize bee, my eyes become a salt away of little sand and blinding white, just being in existence.I precipitously shut them again, Im back in my own little human beings, but is that place truly where Im needed? Again, the shutter doors must open, the cut edge is straight off broken, it seems a immense weight off my mind when the transport is clear, the gate is straightaway satisfactory and lifts quite an swiftly, I am free, freed into what? Im stumped between a prison and a mass A and E. Everything around me is death, leads to death or inspires it. offensive faces toneed at me from all around, but with no expression. Their features lie at a lower place the murky point of dust and dirt. One who was settled very tightlipped to me, has deep red stains al l around his mouth and nose, it is visible to see the dried out tracks where blood had promptly escaped through his lips and nostrils, and notwithstanding shady fingerprints where he must have quick checked the bleeding. He had been shot whole once, in his neck, one move for one life and that touching of his face was in all likelihood to be the last move he ever made. His right hand get on the sand, next to his neck, his fingertips too, tinted with his own blood.I suddenly realise that something was holding me up, I couldnt under indorse why I hadnt cognize this before, as it was far too close to my skin considering my vest, shirt and thick jacket, soon my awareness makes it somewhat painful. The sharp jagged material had formed a spear, and it took a moment to think about get myself out of this awkward position.The gunshots in my rowlock 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 dark-brown eyes, those same eyes that believed so oftentimes in me all that time ago, stand right before me as if they neer leftIf this was all I had, it had to be enough to get me through this daylight I must survive, if only for that. hold water up.I hesitantly move my rush 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 decelerate themselves and some miracle had led me to my feet, from where I straightway fall into the almost alight sand bed, it agitatedly buzzed around me, stinging and biting on any flesh available. But it was the discrete scream that will always follow my mind, I didnt before this imagine I would ever fear my own voice, as it shattered the silence I grade hoping and praying it would not wake anybody up, I prefer 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 nought mattered.I reached out and gently pulled his eyelids over those misty eyes, and already began to look out on him. I looked over him towards the admirable surroundings, where I always wanted to come, huge cliffs towered preceding(prenominal) me, crowned 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 sky 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.