Hi everyone! So I've been a bit busy lately. However, today in class I was given another prompt. Explosion. So I decided to turn it into another fanfiction. (What a surprise...) Here it is. A little oneshot. I hope you enjoy. I am currently writing a few things right now so watch out for those.

Reality of war:

I run as fast as my legs can carry me. The sound of cannons going off, thundering behind. I hear the sound of men shrieking as we retreat. I run, fleeing for my life. A retreat ordered by Washington has sent us running back. The British knew we were coming. They were ready. We weren't. The explosions seem to be getting closer. Though, we are running in the opposite direction. I turn my head for a heartbeat and notice how close they are. Red troops covering the hill behind me, like red angry ants swarming a dead animal. Guns pointed at the sea of blue men. With each gunshot a man has died. They had all fought bravely, with courage and desire for freedom. It seems like we shall never win. The ocean of Americans in dark blue coats now dwindles to a small lake. A cannon flies about my head. I see my life flash before my eyes.

A wake up on the ground. Deafened by the cannon ball smashing the ground just ahead of me. The ground is scorched, churned up and ruined. I see a grey sky above. I feel my uniform is damp. A light drizzle of rain soaking the ruined earth. My body throbs. My uniform is stained red. Blood bleeding through my clothes from the cuts. I hope that I am not the only one to survive the fatal explosion. As I stand I see many bodies around me. Lifeless. Unmoving. Scarlet stained. They all have the expression of fear on their unmoving faces. They didn't deserve this.

My vision is blurry as I stare across the battlefield. Mounds of dirt and rubble stretch across the land. I begin to see again. Vision adjusting. I am alone. The battlefield was abandoned. Empty. My heart is pained as I see so many lives lost around me. Men I knew. Friends. Though the battlefield is certainly not silent. In the distance I can hear the sounds of the British cheering as well as the sound of remaining blue coats fleeing through the forest line. I begin to stumble forward. Catching myself on a massive log. I grip tight and realise that this was from the base that once stood tall. The British are relentless and have the intention of winning. This war is cruel. Just as any is. It shouldn't have to be this way. Alas, it is. I am thankful that my life has not been lost. I promised I would return and I am a man of my word.

Everything has happened so fast. I dare say, too quickly. One minute we are winning. Next, we are fleeing. Cannons firing behind. Troops marching over the hills. Coming to take our lives for what! More land?! The power of ruling?!

I continue walking forward hoping to move off the battlefield by daybreak. I fear that more will come. More British soldiers and their allies. The Hessians. Dressed in green and carrying loaded guns. My wounds sting. The warmth burning from my sides. Infection is setting in. I head for the forest line. Camp is not too far. I fear I might not make it. Without a horse it will take much longer. Only time will tell how well my body can hold up. This war has been very different to what I thought it would be. Any young, foolish soul would believe that it is about the glory, the ranks, the freedom. Now it feels like everything is a waste. I feel no freedom. I feel bound to chains. The perilous chains of war. I want to fight. I really do. But morale is low. Not just for me, but for everyone. The war has stolen so much from us already.

I am scared. This is only the beginning of the war. Already, I regret wishing for one. A long time ago, when I was foolish and much younger. I wished for a war. I wanted to prove that bastard orphans could rise to the top. Now I got one. And the reality is very different from what I thought.

I hope you enjoyed! Please heart and follow. I am extremely grateful if you do! But you don't have to! I am currently reading Ron Chernow's biography "Alexander Hamilton". I love it! So here is a little fun fact I learned!

The other Aide de camps called Alexander, Hammie and Ham. It is such a cute nickname! I can't believe they actually called him that! :D

~CreamPeach56