Recurring Nightmare

Dark clouds loomed overhead, cold wind bellowing around my ears the distant cries of the wounded tormented my every step.
Sweat, blood and dirt blurred my vision, my weapon was getting heavier by the second. So much noise but why did i feel so alone. Hundreds, no thousands of dead bodies lay in front of me and under foot.
A war zone, soldiers lay where they had fallen. vacant stares into the dark skies, to my front was a hill but it was not made up of earth but or bodies, i stagger to the top alone in a world i did not belong.