Pale , lifeless corpses sprawled bloodied on the ground
The rotten stench of ash and hot embers as I crawl along the dusty trenches
The pounding drum beat of bombs bursting in my ear
Abandoned and alone with endless, repeating worries circling around in my gashed head
The stubborn, bitter blood oozes across my taste buds
I think this is war!
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