aishaxo

If a soldier falls in the forest, does he make a sound? I wonder if he cried when he hit the ground. Yesterday, I saw him marching on. I was within the same ranks and fighting a battle akin; now he's gone. I retired to bed, not a thought of him passed my mind. By morning, words were spread, words were kind. Life picks up, your heart goes out, and I can't help but think, he fell alone. I know these sad soldiers, his fellow fighters, are wondering too, of that somber tone. My head hurts and I can't seem to concentrate, yet I'm shooting the same gun. I find myself thinking, "what did he like to do for fun?" His uniform, his positions a