Marching

Footsteps beat and splash in muddy water. Guns mussels point skyward on the backs of those brave and courageous. The footsteps thunder on across the muddy terrain, challenging the thunder to boom like the voices from the mouths of those who dare to bellow at the thunder, their uniforms soaked from the rain that poured torrents on the shoulders of the men and women who wore the mud and blood spattered uniforms. Wet and cold, but as the lightning imprinted a jagged golden line across the black sky  you can see the fire that  blazes in their eyes as the march.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

thanks am belatedely judging the comp today, sorry so late, good luck , loved it,

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I thank you for this remarkable write about soliders and war. I esp love the last sentance. goodluck in my comp

[Wyrn Tiger]

The second part of this story is called "A Single Gunshot."

[CJ43223]

I love it. The images and word choices are perfectly on point in this particular scene. A troop walking through the muddy unknown path under the worst weather condition, facing the upcoming challenge that god knows what. Although it is just the beginning I believe, I am looking forward to seeing the rest if there is any. Keep it up, my friend.

[Wyrn Tiger]

Actually this is the beginning The end is titled A single gunshot if you wish to read it.