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The birth of a General…

The soundless breeze strokes the bloodied skin as veins bulged out showing the existence of the ever pulsing heart. In the midst of clouded confusion and raging sounds of battle cries and the clashing of steel an unfamiliar calm, settles upon him.
Something, didn’t feel right, it felt scary calm for him. Time slowed down for him and barely any sound reached him. It felt like cotton filled his ears. In front of him, his current opponent looked like a moving statue that was filled with nothing but blood lust. But slow he was. No matter how he looked around, nothing changed, he no longer felt fear, he was calm. And with that, his sight was born anew. He saw it all, a bigger picture. It was no longer just himself anymore. He saw the enemy’s movement and their own. Patterns and secrets of battle, laid on his feet. He was no commander, but he knew for them to survive, tables had to turn. Him alone will not be enough. But it wasn’t the time to be worried about that, only what was in front of him mattered. Obediently, he steeled his heart and let his body follow his instincts. There seemed to be a flow, a current that he sunk in as he faced his opponents. His fatigue, fear… All of it was gone. And a fire was lit, a small one but a fire non the less, compared to the size of the battlefield. Around him, in the small area of his battalion, his allies felt the change when they laid their eyes on him. He was pushing the enemies back. His ferocity brought fear upon those in front of him.

His energy, lit the fires in the hearts of the warriors, and now came the time of this wild fire to spread in the dense forest of flesh and clashing steel. In earnest, together, they endeavoured to farther their stand in the battlefield. This time the tides of war favoured them. These men, these warriors believe in strength, and when they recognise it, they will follow. And as they saw the man, they knew he would be the kind to even wage war on hell and never waver

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Band of Brothers 

A first glance full of unease and mistrust. 

Dropped in a world where one lives alone and dies alone. 

A world where one  depending on others is signing their death certificate. 

I was placed in groups of four as the war broke across the  world. 

“trust is earned… ” that is indeed a true statement.

In a war where death is assured yet no choice but to engage, time seems to fly ever so without a trace

We grew  together without realizing it. 

We would come to each other’s aid when we saw fit. 

And fought each other when one was wrong. 

A day long lost to the sound of bullets and explosives, a sacrifice made for the sake of his friends, 

The one time we showed emotions to each other

Upon Baileth’s last breaths, in the cover of rables, 

As we lay on the ground firing back at the enemy as they sullied forward and clearly at an advantage with numbers. 

He said ” of all the days in my mudded years, am going to laugh at this moment the most,” 

Puzzled by his comment we let him rant some more as we continued to fight back.

“Aahh… Its been fun this here journey  with you, you’re all my brothers, I couldn’t ask for more.

You’ll hate me for this but this is here is my thanks for the good times we have had. I’ll be seeing you at the end.”

With that,  before we could  stop the guy, he rose and sprinted  away from us drawing the fire with him. 

Helpless  we saw him take those shots but didn’t flatter, kept running, 

I tried to  run after him but strong hands grabbed me and dragged me away. 

At the very last moment he turned as he fell showing  visibly that he was smiling. 

Hmmm that guy forever engraved in my heart that memory of him, even in death he smiled in front of his brothers so as they don’t wory or blame themselves. 

We may be far from each other but I will be forever  grateful as they taught me  a great deal, they are not only my friends  but my  brothers to the very end,  and he, Baileth, my hero.