"One of the Fallen"

“One of the fallen”

Dusk draws near as the 12 broken and deserted soldiers trudge through the blood stained 
battlefield. 
As walk they can only hear the distant gunshots and the deep and dark moaning coming 
from their fallen brothers. 
Walking through the decaying corpses they smell the deep scent of silver, copper, and a musky campfire smell.
It reminds most of home they said as they hobbled miles on endlessly toward their distant camp. 
most write home in their free time but i noticed that he did not. 
I remember him saying that he has no home, and that hurt me, thats what my fear is. 
As we trudge on through the night i feel the line slowly begin to slow and as I turn back to encourage the only ones left to love, my numbers have decreased i notice, and i see many fall, blood pooling out from their skulls as a lead bullet strikes them like lions piercing their very souls as they fall helplessly. 
BAM! 
others fall, broken to the ground.
 The bullets, almost seeking out my men by themselves.
Falling, stained as i was, into a trench that I so wish to desert in the time of battle, i feel a feeling of secure. 
As though i'm falling into the flowers back at home with that one girl that I liked since a young age. 
I feel the warm flow of blood filling my pants and as i come to i notice my leg… shot off in the heat of battle. 
i was one of them... i was one of the fallen.