For days weve been at war. Dodging bullets for your own well-being while taking shots for others.Airplanes crashing all around. The ground shaking from the explosions. Taking pictures with our eyes only to find, no beauty. No purity. No comfort. No home. I look around me and all I see is grey. Smoke filling our lungs and taking us down with the fallen air force that now lays beneath our feet. I stand in the middle of this, looking all around me in disgust. I look across from me and I see you standing there, on enemy lines, pointing the gun right for my heart. "Hit em wear it hurts" they whispered in your ears while you try to keep your hands steady and your gun pointed. Tears stream down your face. I hold the white flag in one hand while my other makes a fist. I'm ready, so shoot. Hit me dead on. Let me fall to my knees like your tears fall down your cheek. Let me lay face down on the dead like a coward. Let the bullet shoot right through to the next guy. But don't let me pass those enemy lines. Don't let me live long enough to wave the white flag.