adsy400

I remember my war even today, the gunshots, the dust, day after day. I still see their bodies, still but calm. I remember the fights I escaped without harm. I still hear the shells dropping from height. I remember squinting, into the night. So I kept on fighting, 'till all blood'd been spilled. To the last breath as each of my friends were killed. But its strange what I miss, its painful to say. Its the gunshots, its the dust, its day after day.