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Thoughts of a Hopeless SoldierThe time has come. We can feel it in our heads, the increase in temperature, the pressure rising, the nervousness evident in our fellows. Rolling down upon us, knocking into us, the unstoppable force - and we, the objects, are far from immovable. We huddle together in fear, all ten of us, as if it could delay the inevitable. It's coming, we know it is. And when it does... well, it's all up to our luck. Perhaps it will just clip the sides - some of us will go down, but not all. Or it might miss completely. We hardly dare hope.We are hardened veterans, most of us - our leader has gone through this countless times, I myself also (although not enough to stop the fear - never enough), but each time it is as new. The unbearable knowledge that there is nothing we can do. The terrible, terrible helplessness. We cannot fight it, we cannot stop it, but still they send us out, ten at a time. Those that survive, towards the front. I am second in line. I can see the leaders battle scars - he has s
FinalityFinalityShaking off, throwing offMatterAnd floating in the mistsOf somewhereThe inkblots of the mindScatterAnd sink into the lightWithout fanfareAll that's left behindElsewhereIs blood on the roadAnd a chalk outline on the pavement.