The Empty Casings On The Field.....
I knew Death was warning me. He warned me with every bullet that zipped past my head. I didn't matter much to me. If Death wanted me, he'd have to come and get me himself. Even then Id still refuse to go anywhere. The ringing in my ears drowned out the sound of gunshots and screams. Half way deaf and blinded by the hot sun. Sitting in the grave that I dug myself. Staying out of the metal rain that would do more then just soak me. This war is more than it would appear to be. The war against the dead. The ones who lived lives at one time. The more of us they kill, the more their numbers grow. We are killing what is already dead. Our dead are recruited into their ranks. Death could come if he wanted to. But what for? Maybe he already came.......