“Boys,” Sergeant Joe brought us all back to the present with his gentle voice, “we hold bruises, and we hold scars. But we also hold hope and determination which they can never take from us!” voice now raised, he brought some passion into the squad. “Determination wins the battle. And with it, we have already won! We will survive to see the end of this godforsaken track.” Tone turned from triumphant to sombre, he reminded us, “Keep your wits about you. Keep your mind on the job. Look out for each other.” He stopped and looked around at each soldier …show more content…
A defeated team. Together they laid in their pitiless, shallow graves all silent and still. I struggled to pull myself out from the cover of the log. Watching them all lifeless ahead of me along the solemn path made me feel so helpless and lonely, like an orphaned puppy left to die after its mother had perished. Trees that once stood proud wilted as though they too felt the pain and the soft, smooth soil was now chopped up and scattered. Colours of rich scarlet bloomed like flowers on the countless khaki uniforms. Nothing moved. Everything had melted in the heat of battle and now everyone was gone but me. My ears rang and the smell of smoke and burned metal lingered in the air. A fire had been set off in my body and my gaping stomach wound continued to flow a river of crimson. I could taste salty metal in my mouth from the mixture of tears, sweat and blood. I sobbed, wanting them to come back and kill me so I could sleep forever with my boys. I’d now given up on hope because I was already dead