Lesley155

As he walked past the tombstones of the dead, His thoughts went back to the past. The times where it was hard to keep going on, Where it was always war. His eyes close and he’s taken back to his world, The world where the sound of gunshots were always heard. The world where the smell of blood was rank in the air, And the constant fear. The cold biting into his flesh, Chilling him to the very bone. Or sometimes the heat, Melting his skin from his skeleton. A world where people could be turned, Where nobody was on the same side. Where families could be divided, Just by a single choice. He opens his eyes and continues on, Pausing to w

The day he left for war, Was the last day we talked. If I could go back in time, I'd rewrite it. Like father and son we had hard times, We'd fight, we'd bicker, we'd argue- But deep down we knew the other was right, We just wouldn't admit it. As he walked out of the house, Late that night. I said those three words- I love you. Now as I pass row by row of crosses, I hear his voice in my head. Joking, but still serious, Always urging me on. "I'm still here, dad."

Do you remember when we were kids? We would grab our toy guns, And play war. We would pretend we were soliders, Fighting for our life, Against the Germans. Do you remember when we were teens? We would stay out late at night, And talk about the war. We would talk about what would happen, If the Germans invaded, And how we would take up arms. Do you remember when we were adults? And we both joined the army, To fight for our country. We would across the battlefield, Gun in hand and then- You saved my life. Do you remember that last night? The last night you were alive, You said to me: "I'll always be with you." Do you remember?

Blossoming red flowers, On a clean white background. A sharp feeling, A sharp sound. Drops rain from above, Red, like the flowers Painted on his chest. Screams echo through the night, More flowers bloom. Puddles form on the ground, Quickly soaked up, By the crimson flowers thirsty roots. A girl cries, Holding on to her brother. Another sound- She falls beside him. Both dead. Flowers blooming, Crimson stains, On a plain white background.