guns let me bleed

A Story by Jess

as a solder in the war, remembers his life before, an explosion of confusion sweeps the camp. with this new discovery will his life ever be the same?

I wake up every morning, hoping to see her face. Thinking maybe this is just a dream, a terrible dream. That I'll wake up and see her eyes in the soft glow of the shimmering morning sun. Her exquisite face with a peace of jet black hair dangling just in front of her face, like it always does when she takes a sip of her coffee. Her eyes dark, deep and drown. She was perfect ,everything was perfect than. Her smile, her laugh, her soft lips on mine every morning. Oh, how I think of her.

A shot woke me from my perfect dream. the smell of dried blood and gun powder clung to the air like fly's on s**t. Will their ever be rest in this Belligerent environment? The crack of broken glass under heavy boots, somethings going down. shouting comes from my left. I hurry to get ready for an attack. Still half asleep I see my commander, the rest of the tropes and I gather around as he makes his proclamation. This is a whole different type of war.