The young soldier was dying.
You had done all you could
for him but to no avail. He
muttered words urgently as
if had wanted to unburden
himself before it was too late.
You leaned closer to him but
the words were too soft and
looking at you he died. You
closed his lifeless eyes and
moved to another older his head
bandaged blood seeping through.
Others assisted over the way
dressing wounds. You were tired.
The day had begun badly. Bodies
of the dead lay to one side no
more to be done for them. The head
wound was bad and bleed profusely.
You did the best you could with
what you had. Tanks moved past
along the road. Soldiers marched
past gazing at you in the tent with
the wounded. Far off gunfire sounded.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
The young soldier was dying.
You had done all you could
for him but to no avail. He
muttered words urgently as
if had wanted to unburden
himself before it was too late.
You leaned closer to him but
the words were too soft and
looking at you he died. You
closed his lifeless eyes and
moved to another older his head
bandaged blood seeping through.
Others assisted over the way
dressing wounds. You were tired.
The day had begun badly. Bodies
of the dead lay to one side no
more to be done for them. The head
wound was bad and bleed profusely.
You did the best you could with
what you had. Tanks moved past
along the road. Soldiers marched
past gazing at you in the tent with
the wounded. Far off gunfire sounded.
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