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War is a horrible place/Ghost of you
0 ReviewsI am pretty anti-war. So here is a little Ghost of You type one-shot
Blood pours from my brothers side as I drag him into the nearest trench. Dirt and mud grind into my more minor leg wound, making my blood that was formerly red a deep, mucky brown.
"Medic! Help!" I scream, voice tourtured and bleak, because I knew. I knew that he was dying. His pale mouth was stained from the blood that bubbled on his lips. A bit of bone from a rib gleamed from his wound, winking up at the dark, cloudy sky.
"MEDIC!!" I cried uselessly, but they knew too, and instead tended to those with hope left riding on them. Who could go home, curl up by the fire, and live. My brother was farther away from that then when his draft card had been pulled... The one I told him to burn. I followed him to war, to protect him. But I failed miserably. He was dying in my arms, in my sight, dying silently.
"MEDIC" I scream again, dropping to my knees. Men run past me, their heavy steps splattering the mud mixed with my brothers and still other men's blood onto my army jacket.
My tears overflow, pouring down my face into the deep cut in my cheek, stinging.
"I-I-" he studdered, lifting his head up slightly. More men rushed past, spattering reddish mud onto my brother's thick glasses.
"What is it baby brother?" I ask him, pushing his hair from his eyes.
"I-I-Love you." he says. Then, as life slipped from his eyes, he squeezed my hand.
"NOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, as a German plane flew overhead, pounding a gas bomb near our trench.
As the gas flowed over me, sickly bright green in color, I hugged his body.
Goodbye mom.
Goodbye Lyn-z. I love you.
Goodbye Bandit. Your the best little girl.
Goodbye...
"Medic! Help!" I scream, voice tourtured and bleak, because I knew. I knew that he was dying. His pale mouth was stained from the blood that bubbled on his lips. A bit of bone from a rib gleamed from his wound, winking up at the dark, cloudy sky.
"MEDIC!!" I cried uselessly, but they knew too, and instead tended to those with hope left riding on them. Who could go home, curl up by the fire, and live. My brother was farther away from that then when his draft card had been pulled... The one I told him to burn. I followed him to war, to protect him. But I failed miserably. He was dying in my arms, in my sight, dying silently.
"MEDIC" I scream again, dropping to my knees. Men run past me, their heavy steps splattering the mud mixed with my brothers and still other men's blood onto my army jacket.
My tears overflow, pouring down my face into the deep cut in my cheek, stinging.
"I-I-" he studdered, lifting his head up slightly. More men rushed past, spattering reddish mud onto my brother's thick glasses.
"What is it baby brother?" I ask him, pushing his hair from his eyes.
"I-I-Love you." he says. Then, as life slipped from his eyes, he squeezed my hand.
"NOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, as a German plane flew overhead, pounding a gas bomb near our trench.
As the gas flowed over me, sickly bright green in color, I hugged his body.
Goodbye mom.
Goodbye Lyn-z. I love you.
Goodbye Bandit. Your the best little girl.
Goodbye...
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