Two Moons

Time creeps up on you. Without realising, I am among the bodies of three deceased soldiers. The screams of the dying soliders are like echoes of hell. I can no longer bare the smells of rotting flesh from these fighters; the smell of faeces and urine fills the air. Unwashed for days and living in our circumstances we held onto all the smells around us. With so much death and decay, rats soon became the norm as they began to eat the flesh of the soldiers who had already fallen in combat.

John is one of the few I know. My best friend. He alone couldn’t last another week! You can tell just by looking at him that he is starving, savaging for food, there is little hope that our strength will overcome. Glancing at him for a minute, I notice his cheekbones point at me immediately. I always knew he was from a poor family, but this is extreme. His skin is pale like the moon and his voice is set at a low tone like the sun sneakily setting into the west. I can smell the presence of unhappiness and home sickness to come but I haven’t heard a single murmured complaint leave those dry lips of his.

This was nothing like before- where she spent every last farthing trying her best to feed us on her own… everything is my responsibility now. I am no longer that young man dressed in a long dark suit walking over to my bakery every day, baking fresh loaves, but I am the man fighting for my country. I admire her very much for continuing her role affectively for his death destroyed us all as a family. I introduced his recipe into my bakery and my business took off until the war begun. Even when he was gone, he will always be present in my heart. My success I owe to him and only him.

Smoke everywhere. Not a single soldier is in sight. I can hear explosions going off into the far distance but more closely the whimpers of these young boys struggling to cope. We all fear death, although this is our fate fighting alone, to serve and protect our country. We never know what is around the corner but we always prepare in advance