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Red Wood


As I painfully look in the chilly winter forest, I suddenly become very afraid.
I see snow on the cold ground, but it's definetly not snow at all. It's nothing but red ice
all over the frosty hard ground and bare trees and even some of the frozen creek
right through the woods. The red is so deep it looks like the devil decided to move his home to earth.

I can smell blood everywhere, and I am surrounded by deceased soldiers. I feel
depress because when I look at their faces I think about their families at home, and
their last faces were terrified and helpless. I can hear soldiers taking their very last
breaths and prayers. I want to help them, but when I touch them I feel sick and
horrified. I just hope I don't end up like them. I really want to go home. Really want to
help them, but I can't-I'm too sick and scared and also wounded. The only thing I can
do is pray for them. As I look at another one so young and lifeless, I wonder what will
happen to the others. What will happen to me? Sometimes I get angry instead of sad
because the living soldiers know that they're going to die too. What is the senseof
having a war if everybody knows they're worthless?

by BD