POST TRAMATIC STRESS

The silence was abruptly broken as the gunfire rang out ,"BOOM, BANG ,CABOOM ," then came the whaling moans of agony as men all around began to drop . Stray bullets flew through the air like tiny bombs looking for a place to land their devastating destruction. The smoke filled the thick jungle air and we all became dark shadows looking for a kill . The sounds of the bullets were a blessing ,they blocked out the screams and the cries . As the gunfire fades away and the smoke begins to clear thats when the real horror begins to take shape . The twisted bodies laying all around . The sweltering heat permiates the metalic smell of blood and shit as the dead bodies empty their bowels . Their souls are forever lost in this jungle of hell and torment . Here to hunt the enemy for eternity . The ones who did make it back alive will be hunted for eternity as well . They will call it Post Tramatic Stress in a attemp to rationalize our visions and nightmares . They have lost their families ,friends ,and all hope that anyone will ever believe them . However They have not lost Their minds . The shadows that follow them and haunt every second of their time are very much real . More to come what do you think so far