The Inner Monster

The terror of War

They say it takes more courage to retreat than to advance. War is not an aggressive man’s game; it’s a ruthless man’s play. My eyes twitched uncontrollably as I stood on the front lines of what will be recorded in history as the most terrible war ever. I could feel my pulse as my grip tightened on the handle of my rifle, my only ally in a World of enemies. I took comfort from the half smiles of those around me, we all knew it was the last time we all would be together, united in our fight for something much more than a mere argument. We were all fighting for our loved ones, we were fighting for our land, and we were fighting for our future children, the only thoughts that prevented us from retreating. A speck of flame appeared over the horizon, as the war cries spread euphoria like wildfire over the army. We were unstoppable, much more than mere men, much more than many others. I glided through the wasteland; I knew what I had to do to protect my motherland.

 

I shivered as I gazed around, a bullet pierced the flesh of my commorade, and I gazed at the final expression of agony on his face as he dropped, becoming a speck of dirt in the mass of bodies around the field. I understood what war meant. Death of a soldier was as insignificant as a common robbery, War was a time when we gave up our code, and picked up weapons to kill our own kind. We were not humans; we were animals, driven by illusion. And yet, I could not let the death of that man go unanswered, someone had to die for that, someone had torn apart a family, someone had widowed a wife and orphaned children. I screamed and ran, it no longer mattered to me whether I lived or died, all I knew was that my enemies had to pay. I held tight to my rifle and ran, I was filled with purpose. I could feel a bullet coming towards me; I knew it was made to kill. A faint laugh escaped me as I embraced it, accepting the pain and welcoming it. My knees buckled and froze, and I stumbled to the ground. My vision was tinged with red; I knew the end was close. I raised my eyes one last time to witness the man who had shot me and raised my pistol, I had the aim. The pistol quivered in the air, waiting for my signal to kill. I gazed at the man and locked eyes with him; I could see pain and sorrow in them. I realized that war had turned me into an animal, driven by revenge. I relaxed my grip and succumbed to my fate, welcoming it, praying to God with my last breath that War may never strike again.

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

that was RIPPING!
i mean so incredible! great job friend.

[4$H]

Thanks a lot :D

[FlatLineBeauty]

This was very well expressed and just blew my mind, no pun intended. xo Winter

[4$H]

Thanks Winter :D
It means a lot!