I'M NOT DEAD!
Double meaning. Surviving a battle, and it's been eons since I last posted a comment on anything here.
A lone warrior struggles from the wreckage of a downed Blackhawk. The sickening pain in his ribs was pushing him to suicidal thoughts. But as luck would have it, that temptation was denied. Every last bullet was spent saving that life that he sought to end. After finally moving a piece of the chopper's corpse from his would-be corpse, he crawled along the war torn ground. The air smelled of gasoline, of sulfur, of blood. Unidentifiable effigies of once proud soldiers lay scattered around as if 2012 struck. The corporal could not handle what he was seeing. He lived with those people, fought alongside those people, lived for those people. His demented cries fell upon deaf ears until the clock approached dusk. Soon, our disheartened corporal had company. He died with those people, he fought against those people, he died for those people.
Rating: 5 (+0.26)
Also, I sleep to ambient music. Pleasant dreams.