I Ran
I was scared, so I ran.
We’d marched to meet the enemy, in neat little rows.
To the gods we must have looked like ants.
I laid eyes on the enemy, so I ran.
We reached the battle field and for the first time saw our enemy.
People tell you that the MEN you’re going to fight are just that, men.
They weren’t human, so I ran.
They may have been human once, but now they were reeking, rotting corpses.
Their flesh was torn, their bones exposed.
They were nightmarish, covered in blood.
The blood wasn’t just theirs, so I ran.
We faced an army of the walking dead, and prepared to fight.
We fired shots, so I ran.
There were uniforms like ours in their numbers, from a platoon that had left earlier.
We fought our dead brothers, so I ran.
Every man killed joined their ranks.
I didn’t want to die, so I ran.
I ran.