It's fifteen past two in the afternoon. There's fire all around. Mortars and shells zips right past my ears. The sky is bloody red — red with blood that is. Droopy shoulders, exhaustion and defeat ream across their heads. Our men came in a batch of 60 platoons. 30 in the infantry, 10 engineers and the rest were heavy machinery. A handful of the 60 survive.
With defeat and death simultaneously kissing our forehead, the only motivation to keep my men alive is to tell them to stick to their ground and they are. Our pre - battle strategies have failed and how bad! We underestimated the might of the enemy. She is ruthless, merciless, soul - less et al. She came all alone, killing many, devouring each piece by piece. She arrived with a platoon of one. Just one! A platoon of pink, a trojan horse of sorts.
As fear came to light, I was reminded of the fearful days at Hiroshima. The south paw clawed into our souls like a tigress that jumps on to her prey.
Today lord, I ask for forgiveness. Forgive me for the sins committed by us. We apologize. Forgive my men for the adulterous life we lead. Forgive our enemy for she is just another pawn of a larger cause - political.
My eyes are droopy. The heart beats harder, I feel it. I must go, I must go. I hear nothing but an aching screeching sound. I see the light, I see the light.
With defeat and death simultaneously kissing our forehead, the only motivation to keep my men alive is to tell them to stick to their ground and they are. Our pre - battle strategies have failed and how bad! We underestimated the might of the enemy. She is ruthless, merciless, soul - less et al. She came all alone, killing many, devouring each piece by piece. She arrived with a platoon of one. Just one! A platoon of pink, a trojan horse of sorts.
As fear came to light, I was reminded of the fearful days at Hiroshima. The south paw clawed into our souls like a tigress that jumps on to her prey.
Today lord, I ask for forgiveness. Forgive me for the sins committed by us. We apologize. Forgive my men for the adulterous life we lead. Forgive our enemy for she is just another pawn of a larger cause - political.
My eyes are droopy. The heart beats harder, I feel it. I must go, I must go. I hear nothing but an aching screeching sound. I see the light, I see the light.
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