Lights shadow
It was as if the wind was whistling through his head. Dizzying and whisking him away into a land completely unknown to him. He watched the sun in its shining colors and vibrant hues as it set into the far reaches of his sight until it was hidden from his view. The ghosts of his comrades surrounding the space and cloying his senses as he searched first with his eyes and then his legs, rushing from area to area looking for other survivors. He had once thought that he would protect his comrades, his friends and men in arms. Thought he tried it was not enough and he could not find any other life from the devastation that had been wrought upon the land and freedom they fought over. As he loses that spark and will to live he must remember that which he was truly fighting for. His family, his friends, and not only people of his country but people everywhere who needed that hope however small it may seem. His dusty torn uniform covered in ash and blood from those he fought with was like a reminder of those that were waiting for him to return home. The ghosts would haunt him and follow him even in his dreams though the memories of this hard-fought battle may turn to a blur with time they could not possibly ever be truly forgotten or hidden from his mind. He would continue with life as best he could, not for himself when death feels so much easier but because he had people who be sad if he were gone and who would mourn him. A shadow of who he once was, he would continue for those people who cared for him because he could not be so selfish as to leave them before his time. As this is the fate of one who has seen death and stared into its vast consuming gaze and yet walked away not for himself but for others who still needed him.