Machine gun fire chatted with the troops down at the foot at the hill.
It was giving them a warm welcome.
Death, debris, and blood littered the field. The wounded, shot with their guts spilling out onto the desert sand, cried out for help. Some prayed, some stayed there, barely breathing, sure to die under the brutal desert sun. Gray matter, bone, blood, muscle ligaments, it was all muddled with the sand covering everything. Screams and explosions rocked the field, and the man could barely hear. He was on the floor, like the others. Funny, his face was like burnt paper, and whenever he touched it, blood and soot came off. He smiled blithely. Endorphins took over, he was in heaven. More muddled screams. "We have to moo jack!" Or was it move back? Nevermind. He was peaceful, here, lying on the floor. Fireworks! One of the men's head exploded with just such a wonderful shower that he smiled in excitement. He couldn't laugh however. His jaw. He had no jaw, right? He saw it, haging by the torn muscle, but he couldn't feel it. Shrapnel was stuck in his leg, like little splinters, except these shrapnels were big, and it was bleeding. Funny funny funny, the whole world was happy now, all was peace, all was happy. More screams as an explosion rocked the ground. The shakes felt funny, and as he rolled over, he turned to look at his guts in a sea of red. His guts. My guts, he thought to himself. Other men coming. Not like his friends, but then again, wasn't the whole world his friends. He smiled, and eeked out a "Urrrrgh." They were coming towards him, with... with something, right! His vision was blurring, he was going to sleep, nice sleep, soft sleep. He saw a glint, something shiny-
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and it was all black.
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WOO SHORT STORY CAUSE I FELT LIKE IT!
Criticism would be appreciated.