Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Great black and White photographers part 3 1/2



What caught my eye was how the man in this picture seemed like he was praying for his life kinda so he can live through and go back to his family.
I See:
I see bullets flaring past me. My men around me around me fall one after the other to the floor...bleeding.
I can not do anything for i am not a medic of any kind...knowing this my men pray with there last breathe for forgiveness.

I Smell:
I smell rotting flesh from a mile away. I inhale dirt in the air, not having a gas mask. The foul smell gives me a headache .

I Hear:
I hear my men's blood curdling screams as we are shoot down like sitting ducks in a pond. The sound of bullets ring throughout my head as i hear the noise repeatedly. I also hear my heart pound against my chest as the adreline pumps through me.

I Taste:
I taste the blood running down my cheek as i was scraped by a bullet. I am lucky to have lived through out the whole war but i cant forget all the deaths of my friends. I can almost remember the taste of not only smelling or inhaling the dirt but also the taste of it too.

I Feel:
I feel my friend's body go cold as I hold him in my arms. I feel that soon most of my men will pass away without even living there lives. Oh how cruel this world is...

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