A Mindless Soldier

I told him not to go, but he was determined to ruin my life. He was determined to ruin our joy, and peacefulness that surrounded our minds. I was not there when it happened, but it was as if I was. The whole story laid out in front of my eyes, I tried to shield it from them but my brain carved out a path for me to maneuver through.

And here's what I saw...

The sun was rising and casting great shadows of great men across the stone cold, cracked, dry, fearful ground with a few blades of dark green or brown and dark grass. Screams of shouting and war burst out in hope of a heaven and a new life. Men wore their uniforms to show why they had come, to present the meaning of what they stood for, of what they believed in... of what they hopelessly believed in. One man stood watching it all. Watching some coward in fear, watching others dying in seconds, watching some courageously marching into battle one step at a time, only to find themselves stumbling into their graves. What fools they were... Some were highly trained and were told to let there be no survivors, let there only be pain and death, "show them no mercy!" Others begged for life using what little breath they had left.

That one man who stood there observing what lay out in front of him, walked right on into that horrid dreadful place. Many tried to attack him, kill him where he stood. But he thrusted them out of the way with nothing but his hands and his skills, sending them towards the sun. He stepped over many dead, bleeding bodies. Many around him died under his feet, some in vicious ways. He was not phased by any of this. His dark eyes scanned what laid ahead, and he kept walking.

A sword went straight into many hearts. Some pleaded him for help, but he walked further on. He didn’t smile, nor did he frown. His face was blank, like he no thoughts to ponder. No words to say through his dry tasteless mouth. He walked straight through the field, and as the minutes passed by, more and more met their graves. Soon he stood alone in the middle of a land of lifeless bodies. Only him, and another man were still standing. The other man was hurt, but strong. He held a sword, from the sword red liquid dripped but that man, who was just still a boy, stood there with courage. He was pale, and he was scared, and he was little, and nothing compared to the strong man, who had not a single scratch on him. They were the only two standing.

The man with no feelings, no heart, the man who made no sounds with his mouth, and no words with his eyes, put his hand behind his back. He drew out a large silver weapon. He pointed it at the boy, who bent his head low. And the mans finger went on the trigger but did not pull it. For a split second his eyes went light, and he had feelings for the boy. Confusion and wonder took his grasp, and he tilted his head ever so slightly. In just that short time he felt something he hadn't in a long time, he felt compassion and empathy. But a second isn’t long, and his eyes went to their dark angsty shade once more. He pulled the trigger and a small bullet flew across the space that separated the boy from the man. It landed straight in the boy’s heart and he fell to his knees, then to his hands, then with a last breath, he collapsed on the hard dirt beneath. Only that man with no feelings stood there. Holding in his steady hands the gun that had shot the boy.

No! It can’t be! That man killed the boy. That man will pay, I will search him down and do the worst to him. For in that moment he killed my brother, my best friend, and a part of me.