And I Marched (standard:other, 1015 words)
Author: sickboy	Added: Oct 21 2002	Views/Reads: 3521/2267	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Monologue of a "warrior"...

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death for an insignificant life. 

How long have we fought? Days? Weeks? Months? I lost count, just as I
lost count of the thinning number of our comrades. The battles were 
getting more frequent, “Win the War, Surrender Not.”, the papers 
shouted as the final campaign began. Yet, as the carnage raged on, I 
realized the inevitable was soon to come, that I would finally meet the 
great Grim Reaper to take me on my final journey but I would not go 
down yet, bodies would fall before I do, buildings would crumble before 
I do and “Death to the Enemy” became my sole vocation. 

The bullets spilled from my rifle, the smoke clouded my sight, the
deafening screams echoed in my ear and suddenly, he grabbed my foot, 
the philosopher. 

“Run...” he uttered, with blooding dripping from his stomach as he tried
to hold the wound, “Get to the chopper...” 

Why should I? A life committed to a lost cause. No. I would not run, I
would not falter, I would not hide any longer from this torment. This 
would be the day it all ends for me and I would fight and kill and slay 
and murder until He comes to claim me! 

I screamed until I felt to air, I ran until I saw the frightened faces
of the enemies, I fired my rifle until it spilled no bullets... My body 
collapsed beyond the barricade... 

And I marched... 


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