'Thud
'Coughs
"Private!!" A voice whispered to me
"Private, this is no time to be weakened by the bombs shockwaves!! Get your shit together!!"
The whispering voice became louder as time slowly passes by.
"Si-Sir?" I asked.
The smell of gunpowder and blood seemed to escape my nose, and i instead smelled the chicken the church used to give us.
"Huh? why does it seem murky?" My eyesight worsened as time passes by.
The reason... Was the overwhelming ringing in my ear.
When i looked back at my superior, it seemed like... he died.
His body was full of holes.
Probably due to the shrapnels the enemy had.
"Sir?" When i saw my superior's dead body, it had reminded me of where im currently at.
I then picked up my gun, before i pulled the trigger and lightened em up.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" I screamed in pure hopelessness, just clinging unto the slight thread of miracle god had left me.
Bits & pieces flew over my face. Blood then came next.
And before i knew it, a bullet had gone through my head.
In that moment, i felt life had less to offer for a failure like me. Life had put no effort on a child like me. Because if it had even one, then... Why did i die? Where was i in the wrong? Was i the politician who declared the war? Was i the greedy bastard that sat on his desk whilst enjoying a cup of tea?. Where? Where?...
I searched for answers that moment. On the why's and how, and i reached a conclusion.
"How fucking cheap life is..."