Us and Them.

He staggered towards the only support-a broken pole which stood there.He felt the blood gushing out from his right ankle and his throat was burning.He looked at the vast graveyard man had dug for themselves and he regretted the decision he took that morning-to fight for his country.He knew that was the most unpatriotic thought that could come into his mind but he didn't care.He was ready to forgive and forget.Far off he saw a man getting up..holding his gun in the left hand.He thought to himself"so who are the good guys us or them?"

He saw the man on the other side with his ankle hurt.He knew he had to take revenge.He had the gun in his hand.He had to kill the remaining man.He saw his pleading eyes but his mind told him to just shoot him.The trigger went off and the man fell to the floor.He smiled to himself proud of what he had just done.His enemy was dead.

He remembered that day so well like it had just happened yesterday.He thought how foolish he was to not even think once before he shot.He found it hard to breathe..he couldn't battle with time..he was old ."So who lost now?"he asked himself and he knew the answer.He took in the last breath and he lay there motionless-all alone.He had nobody.He was punished.And he knew it.