It is with great sadness that
I write to inform you
*this is madness
the smoke is so thick
stitched through with tracer fire
I can feel it burning the back of my throat,
stinging my eyes*
That your son has been
killed in action
*my rifle is bucking in my hands
recoiling from the slaughter
before me,
as I too recoil
nothing makes sense anymore*
Words can not express
the sorrow
*everything is slowing down
blood kisses the air before me
it's-
oh god
it's my blood
I'm falling*
You must be feeling
at this time
*it's so quiet
I can't move
oh god
it's so quiet,
why can I still hear the screams?*
Know that he did his duty
and died for his country
*it's so quiet
so cold
I-*