An: All I want is your sperm! Ha! XD Whatevverrrr...
Next song in the line up is...
Your Call (Secondhand Serenade)
So we march to the drums of the damned as we come,
Watch it burn in the sun, we are numb.
We are young, we have heart,
Born in this world as it all falls apart.
We are strong, we don't belong,
Born in this world as it all falls apart.
As we walk about these shadows, in these streets, this fields of battle.
Take it up, we wear the medal, raise your hands with burning candles.
Hear us whisper in the dark; in the rain you see the spark.
Feel the beating of our hearts, fleeing hope as we depart.
-Young (Hollywood Undead)
Dressed in uniform with the night chilling him from the inside out, and candles flickering across the numbers of coffins covered with American flags, was one picture he wished he never had to stand in.
People stood in black against the black night that had already fallen on the city, wind wailing with the cries of young widows and lost parents, the hard military persona being the only thing keeping him from breaking apart and shattering along with the wave of sadness.
A priest spoke words of bravery, and heroism, and any man that went through what he went through was the prime example of both of those things.
Those who don't know the experience of war don't realize that bravery isn't killing the enemy, but risking your life to better the life of not only your home country, but the country infected with the virus of terror.
War is never about the killing.
It shouldn't be about the killing.
You don't lose your humanity when you look through that sniper view and place that single dot on the heart of an insurgent with an AK-47 aimed at a small child huddled against his mother.
His eyes flickered with the candles as he stepped forward and stood next to one of the many coffins, taking the flag draped across the oak and folding it expertly, before turning to the woman who stepped up to receive it.
She had black streaks down her face, and he handed her the flag, stepping to her and wrapping his arms around her, seeing the pain in her eyes that told him instantly the soldier in the coffin was the only person she really had.
She stepped back first and she smiled weakly, nodding and whispering "Thank you," before stepping back, and he moved back to formation, lowering his head with the prayer as the coffins were lowered into the ground and thunder released his mournful cry.
The clouds released their pressure and rain fell from the skies, the candles held in the hands of so many burning out with a single drip of water, a sad smirk flashing across his lips.
He had seen it before, a single, small happenstance, ending something that means so much; like a raindrop ending the life of a flame burning for the loss of multiple American soldiers, or a single bullet, ending the life of a beautiful and prosperous human being.
He stayed and watched as the dirt was placed on the coffins, and he felt the rain soaking through his uniform.
But as he stood so focused on the white cross at the head of one grave; thinking back and remembering the bravery, and how this one man saved his life; he didn't see his partner, drenched to her skin step up beside him, her black dress clinging to her body as her hand reached out and held his.
"Bones," he choked out sadly, shaking his head and turning away from the death to face this woman he had fell so in love with. "He went in my place."
"Road side bomb?" she asked softly, squeezing his hand hard between hers in a reassuring act.
He nodded once and he buried his face in her neck when she brought her arms around his neck and hugged him tight to her body.
"Then I will forever thank him, for saving your life," she whispered, placing a gentle kiss to his temple to calm his shivering body.
"You know he can't hear you," he argued back, pulling back and looking at her with streams of hot tears burning into his rain cooled skin.
Her hands rose to his cheeks and her thumbs brushed away the warmed water, bringing him closer to her and allowing their lips to slide together, their kisses soft and warming against the rain. "Yes he can," she whispered, smiling at him and kissing his cheek tenderly before hugging him tight to her once again.
