Deafening screams ripple through my eardrums.


    The silencing hum of a bomb, blurred vision in troublesome times


    Drenched in sweat, air filled dust, ash and burning flesh.


    I''m drowning in my own puddle of blood, I''ve been hit.


    Consciousness slowly slipping away, eyelids feeling heavy.


    I can''t feel my legs and I''m shaking miserably.


    Tommy lay beside me, tears streaming down his face.


    He calls out me, "just hold on mate!"


    I reach out, my head lay in his lap.


    He grips my hand tightly and says, "it''s not your time yet."


    I look above, his eyes glistening in the afternoon sun. To feel no more pain, I ask for the gun.


    This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.Terror fills within him, I can see it all over.


    "Please brother let me do this and find some cover."


    "I won''t leave you" as stubborn as he is.


    He takes out his pack and fills a cup to the brim.


    I don''t know when their coming, if their coming at all.


    But I know young tommy has got the sweetest soul.


    Bullets fly through he air as we share our last drink.


    We both know it''s near, our fate is complete.


    To live is the challenge where fulfilment meets courage and tales be told no more, for honesty is one of the most important brotherly laws.


    Side by side, it is our last stand


    To fight or fly until the end?


    One last cheers before this world disappears.


    I''ve finally gone now, it''s pitch black...