• War. How terribly devistating it can be for both sides. Those who fight today beside me already know how this will end. It can end no other way. They know. I know.
    A bomb explodes only one hundred yards from me. My eyes close and both hands flash up before my face as an instinctive shield. The world seems to stop all around me. A complete stand still ensues as I watch my best of friends take their final breaths.
    I lower one hand, keeping one by my face as another flash brightens my eyes and sends more vociferous screams into the smog filled air. My stomach clentches; I want to vomit. There is nothing there, though, to purge from my empty stomach.
    A hand clasps around my shoulder, I can barely hear the shouting voice behind me. The trembling earth beneath my feet heaves once more and lurches forward, throwing me forward to my knees.
    Why am I here? How did it get this bad? Go this far? My questions are unanswered. They will never be answered. The clentching hand forces me to turn, the pain it causes becoming unbearable. Then I see him. Dirt smeared face, trembling body, oozing blood from unknown sources. Felix.
    "What do we do?!" He yells at me. He is so afraid. We must be the last of the last. I had always hoped it would never come to this. Being the last did not make me feel strong, like I thought when I was naive. Being the last one standing did not make me feel mighty and fierce. It terrified me. I had spent all my courage on the battle field. I had no bravery left to give. Neither did Felix.
    "We... do nothing. This is... how it ends." I say before the largest eruption of sound. And there was nothing more. My last memory was him. Trembling in all his mortality. And my words, my final speech blown away by the power of force. That... is how it ends.