Death Reformes

"So long has it beeb since i have tasted water, truly tasted it.  Everything about me is dulled, the warmth of the sun, the chill of the breeze, the harsh noises, the taste of food. Yet, my heart is left vulnerable, like an open wound. Every bullet, every blade that has pierced my skin has not left so remanants, except on my heart. The blood on the ground calls to me, through the devil's mouth as it seems. Hell is at my heels, i can feel the fire, i can feel the heat. In the darkness I try to escape hells pursuit, and beg for heavens sanctuary. If God can hear my pleas, he heeds them not. Why would he? I have killed my brothers, salvaged their homes, watched as my comrades raped their daughters and tortured their sons. I didnt have the will nor the courage to tell them to stop. I had not the courage to stop myself. Never has a mirror revealed such horrorifying and graven images to me."



My ink quill skidded absurdely as one of my comrades rushed into the trench. It had been fairly quit this cloudy morning, and i was already feeling the soft tinges of rain. His dirty face revealed trouble.

"Damned southern scum half a mile and moving fast, bout three hundred or more!", his voice was shaky, and though his beard suggested otherwise, i knew this was his first battle, and that he was young.

" Alright boy, i'll prepare, tell the captain, quick."

I grabbed my musket,dropped my diary, and kneeled on my left knee. The barren field was quite and empty. The rain came down hard then, blurring my vision, and i saw them. Firing madly, hoisting confederate flags, they charged. A bullet whizzed past my head.

"Fire."

Smoke and thunderous noise filled the air. Dirt exploded into the sky, and columns of black smoke rose up towards God's nostrils.

In only two hours it was over. An eerie after rain mist drifted about as we searched the field for survivors and valuables.

Lying, half his leg blown to hell, was a small commonly dressed boy, no older than 13. His breathing was slow, but it was a sign of life. I did not want to yell out.

"Captain, we have a survivor!"

My burly, blond haired captain came up next to me.

"Godfrey, Biggs, tie him up! We have a prisoner!"

I had betrayed myself.