Saturday, 10 June 2017

Holey War

The proximity of the shell exploding led to me find the nearest foxhole.

Inside were some soldiers. Most were dead, one was dying, and the other was on his way, but was focused solely on reloading. He glanced at me with a bloody stare, some of it his.

“The Almighty is testing us, eh? But this Holy War-“

I broke.

“Holy War? The only holy thing here is your flesh, man!”

I grabbed him and shook, before realising that was a bad idea. But I must have dislodged something, as he died suddenly.

I was devastated, until I was desensitised.

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