"Why I hate the night"

All that glitters here is the blood of the wounded when the light shines on it
in a way that makes it seem like a nice thing. It makes you forget, for a
second, where it came from. And why it came at all. The sight of blood in
the moonlight is completely different to the sight of blood in the day time.
Somehow it's more bearable during the day. When it's a clear blue sky you
don't see things that aren't there.
At night it plays tricks on your mind. The way the moonlight jumps on to
the shrapnel making it shine like silver. Allmost making you want to leave it
exactly where it is.
I hate glitter now. I used to like it. It used to be one of the good things in
life. If it glittered it meant it was ok.
Little girls dressed as princesses with glitter in their hair.
Or the way the moonlight would shine on water.
It all meant good things.
Now glitter is bad. Especially at night. The moonlight on the water won't
ever be as nice as it used to be again.
If this ever ends and I go home I'll never be able to look at glitter in the
same way again. It will always remind me of the pain and the blood of the
war.
I hate the night now.