A scream erupts,
from a friends throat,
the cracks,
of bullets raging,
into my soul and body,
once agian,
the ground trembles,
and in the distance,
a blinding flash,
another bomb has killed many,
of both friend and foe,
my life is draining away,
the stench of death,
fills my nostrals,
and makes me sick,
a bullet,
has peirced my chest,
death has come calling,
with sounds of war,
now sounds of heven.