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Bloodstained Earth ~original workCategory: short story
Monday, 30 November 2009
10:58:19 AM (GMT)
bloodstained earth: short story
Blood stained earth..yeah short story about war..through the eyes of a dying
soldier....tell me wat u think


A single drum beat, its loud toll seemed to reverberate throughout the battlefield.
Blood coated the ground for as far
as the eye could see. A haze of smoke so thick that it blocked out the heavens
brought the acrid smell of gunpowder and
the sickly, bitter sweet smell of death. There was no escaping the endless battle,
the only way out was to die. 

Dawn was coming now.

 As the sun rose above the horizon, the day was heralded by the screams and cries of
the soldiers fallen and falling,
punctuated only by the sounds of gunfire. The battle raged on.

                                                   
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A young boy, no more than 17 looked up through the smoke, vainly trying to catch one
last glimpse of the sky before the
darkness swallowed him. He lay not 5 meters from the trench, mortally wounded, shot
through stomach and chest. His blood
pooled underneath him as he lay, unable to staunch the flow for fear the enemy would
spot him. Though it wouldn't matter
much, he would die anyway, just another body to add to the countless thousands
already dead another corpse among a sea
of fallen comrades. The other side had lost many too, he recalled. Swivelling his
head slightly he could see the
lifeless form of an enemy soldier.

He knew he had little time left now. Dark spots were begining to form in his vision.


His thoughts turned away from the present battle, how many had there been before this
one?  How many friends had he
lost now? He already knew he had no family, they were all taken in the first strike.


The battle, the triumph, the glory! it had all made war sound so wonderful. To fight
for your country and defend it
from the bloodthirsty and cruelty of the enemy. How gladly he had enlisted, how
readily he had gone to war.

But it was nothing like that at all, were we really fighting for our country? Or are
we all just fighting beacause the
governments have ordered us to in their petty squabbles to prove who is the more
powerful nation, who's beliefs are
right...Whos to say what is right and wrong? Who are they to order all of us, most of
us with families and friends to
fight for their gain? 

How, how is killing people supposed to prove to other people that killing is wrong,
that they are the better religion,
better race? We are the enemy as we are doing the same thing, we are only murderers

Why must there always be fighting. Half the people here probably didnt even know what
they are fighting for anymore,
only what the governemt have told them. 

All this destruction over a squabble between countries, nations. How does this prove
who gets what, whos right, who
gets to live?

It doesn't!

War doesn't solve problems, it just creates more. None of it is right, why cant
people have their religions, why can't
the land be shared. EVERY ONE IS EQUAL!

As the soldier lay there it became devastatingly clear that there would always be a
war, people will always die. The
human beings of this planet will never see, they must always resort to violence, the
act is too engrained to change.
The one group is alone, right, no one else.

Breathing was a hard task now. His ragged gasps sending shockwaves of pain through
his ruined breast. 

Slowly the soldiers consciousness faded..........he wondered...what li..life would be
like without
guns.......................without war...would there still be death?

but ... perhapsss its better this way, maybe if we all destroy each other..the earth
shant have to suffer any more,
maybe it will heal.perhaps others would come and learn from our mistakes......He took
a last gasping breath...

The last thing to be seen through his eyes was a small sliver of blue sky peaking
through the smoke, his last glimpse
of the morning sky. His eyes became glassy, seeing no longer. His ears, deaf to the
screams and gunshots. Another dead
soldier, another killed in the solution the governments call war. At least hes now at
peace. 

But the world still fights, the world still bleeds....


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