All is silent.
Except for the heavy steps of our boots
Slurping through marsh
For the fifth day
In a row.
All is silent.
Except for the man behind me
Barely able to catch his breath.
Some have even forgotten how to
Breathe.
The noise comes fast.
Unexpectedly a shot rings out.
The ringing won’t stop.
But the breathing’s stopped.
I see nothing but
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