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smell of blood and powder and the annoying repeating noise over and over of guns and artillery the greif of my friends death laying dead by my side



the painful ache im my stomach due to the lead of a bullet wen it pumped through my stomach left me faced down in the mud felling every vibration on the battle ground



mud flying through the air like angels woundering if there is a God or is religion a lie to die on the base of hell or in the eyes of a wondering God



no feeling in my feet or to any part of my lower body just feeling cold and to bleed for what i die for and to wonder if I am fighting for the right reason or were we fed lies by our peers



drowning myself in my thoughts of the last things i said or did to family and friends knowing i will never see there faces agian or another birthday and to just see death and destruction around me