It sliced through the darkness, clean and straight. Never wavering, with a purpose it finally broke through the masses of vapour and dust. Gaining speed it sped right down, towards a sphere of brown,green and blue. Nothing moved when it hit the sphere finally, not a decibel of sound. But the sphere lit up, it looked so beautiful. It was the lovliest of them all. Wish I was down there this morning. Never knew sunrise could be so enchantingly beautiful.
I realised I was missing something, have never felt so light in my life. I was getting pulled towards something. But I dint struggle, dint feel like struggling actually. Felt like letting go, like how a soldier feels when the end is near and he cant do a heck about it. He just lets go, without a fight.
I felt my memory draining away, a slow drain which cant be realy noticed unless you feel hard! I saw a few pictures sliding around my mind, tried to take a look at one but it flew off. Another one came by, this time it stopped in front of my eyes. Guess it was someplace in the himalayas or somewhere, snowcapped mountains and blue skies. It looked so serene and then with a sharp jerk it tore off too. I felt no sadness when it tore off. I felt nothing. I realised I had forgot how to feel. I looked around and saw the stars .
The picture of the mountains turned a lever in my mind. Then it struck me, the continual sound of bullets. The sound was so perfectly rhythmic except for the soft thuds of bodies falling inbetween.
My body was shaking , my hands wrapped around that dull grey piece of metal which spat out smaller lumps of death everywhere. I saw bodies falling down, screams of fear and regret reverberating around me. Someone yelled out to run for cover, and then it exploded. A deafening sound, my ears rung with the sounds of machine guns and mortar shells fighting for supremacy. My mind stopped functioning, things seemed to slow down to a slur. I saw my troops go down, one by one and then lot by lot. The snow must have looked beautiful with red dots sprinkled everywhere.
When you see so much of death everyday it arouses no fear anymore. It becomes so normal that it becomes indispensable. Every day during the war I learnt why life is so much worth living . The death that we loath so much makes life worth living. I have seen no other force so great that it can rouse so much of passion and drive in men to succeed and survive than death itself. Without the concept of death there would be no time, no meaning to your actions, no urgeny and purpose behind ur existence, no progress because you have infinite time to accomplish tasks. Everybody seems to be so enamoured and satisfied with the glossy packaging that nobody bothers to look inside. Life is that glossy packaging, what makes it so glamorous is the fact that death makes it so short-lived. Death gives life its purpose.
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