May 15, 2007 01:55
If you haven't guess yet, I have been in a very dark place with my writings lately. I don't know where I was going with this, but it just came to mind. I am not expecting acceptance, just understanding.
T.
In times of precedent in places of many denominations, many faiths with the same sole beliefs. Those beliefs of a power greater than themselves fought and fight like they did in times past.
Men fought men in the belief that they were right and the other was wrong. Bodies would pass by and were mere shadows of the men they once were. Pierced and broken, mere shells of what they once were.
Eyes glazed while being carried by comrades with blood stained hands. There are too many to count, too many to care for. The sick and dying are sorted by severity of wound.
The dead are stacked like cordwood not out of disrespect, but for sheer lack of space. The wounded gasp and moan in triage waiting to be seen for their injuries.
The sounds of battle ring overhead; singing ammunition whistle and those within earshot know that it is like the old adage says. It is not the one that you hear; it is the one that you don’t.