User:Darkbloom

War. You are screaming. Screaming to finally escape from this hell on the earth. It is clear that running silly, useless, not good. Hundreds of dead bodies around. What did you do to deserve it? Thirsty. You already can not hear - too many shells exploded around you. You can not escape, because the right leg was bleeding and you do not even remember why. Better to slip into the trench, while nobody tried to finish you, or worse, to capture. Soon is sunrise. The sky brightens, it means the dawn is about 20 minutes . After 20 minutes, tears pricked. It turns out that simple. Nothing could be easier. All that we need we already have. And it is going to stay after we die. Our need to bypass the battlefield in search of soldiers still alive. Where are they? Now is noon, they should appear. Blood never stopped, dizzy. You continue to squeeze your AK-47 stronger and stronger, like it's your child, your last friend. Hallucinating: can you see all those Valkyries circling over the field, looking half dead, to carry them on their black wings to nowhere. Fear like a sharp needle stabbed through the heart. How much are you going to hold out? What is it like to die? What wasn't you finish, who did you love, what was you dreaming about? Sunset. In consciousness penetrated rest, you've realized how you are close to the end. Nothing is important anymore. You wanted to see something re beautiful and this is a sunset of your life. Isn't that wonderful?