You stand in deep mud, sloshing along. You call out for help, but you really want to scream out.
It's sundown and the stench is still overwhelming. You don't know how you're still alive. You're barely hanging on by luck.

You used to walk with pride, and present yourself with pride. But when the war began, your world ended when you heard that first killing shot.
You think about those old war stories. Thought about how it seemed fun yet boring.

It's over but now you walk in silence. You, the once proud, wait till the walking in silence stops. Then it does.