War

Everything seemed to slow around him;
Salty, metallic blood oozing into his mouth
Ears ringing form the zing zinging of bullets flying past
Missing him by seconds
Ducking behind an icy, ridged metal building
The picture of his sweetheart clutched in his right hand
Her darling oval face the last thing he sees
Before he bombs rain down on him like a shower of fire

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