War Execution

Bodies littered across the fields as fires seemed to burn from the haystacks; A wooden cage housing people hiding for their lives, waiting for a chance of escape. Blue uniforms marching alongside their hell devices that cloud the air with the scent of death. It was a savagery of war.

From the sky, it remains of the village looked not different from the mayan ruins; scarce of water and life.

The door breaks open as they march in; verbally arresting me.

"Heil!"

Strangely, I forgot to finish with his name.

Like an arrest in the olden days; a decree was read and I knew it had arrived; The End. The commander lined up his men whom were seemingly new recruits; so young they approached the proximity of "cadets". One of them thrusted his bottle at me,

"Any water?"
"Does it look like we've any water left?"

The commander shouted for the cadets to arm themselves with a mixed array of rifles. Included in the arsenal were notable hunting rifles; M16s and other out-of-date machine guns. He then motioned for me to step ahead.

I wondered at this point if it was a worthy cause for death; pledging allegiance to one whom seemed so lost in his thirst for conquest that he is blind to the imminent defeat and suffering of his countrymen. What made things worse was dying by his men. Serving the country sometimes meant you had to go against it; Treason.

"Could you join in?"
"They look like they would miss"

Trying to guise it as an attempt of mockery; it was my fear for a tormented death. Getting the commander himself on the gun would be an insurance for a quick death.

"I would; but I have this back problem"

He sprung out a knife and looked as if he was offering it as a solution. It made me ponder for a second how death by a blade would be any different from a bullet for his back.

"Please..?"

He didnt seem to hear and continued to quieten the squad down; whom by now seemed to have raised their decibels like a group of unattended school children. It didnt seem to work. He picked up two guns with one hand and fired them towards the ceiling.

The earth came crumbling down on my face as I could almost taste the dirt. It was almost as if it was my last supper. It worked like a charm as they fell silent. Silence is a bullet; not golden.

It was the end of the road; I walked forward to meet D. I wanted so badly to profess in my last words the love for Germany. I looked them straight, quiet with pride. Deep down; it was more of fear.

"SET TO AUTO!"

Voiced the commander. The cadets seemed like a novice bunch; but they moved fast. I could barely make out what the commander was shouting before it hit me.

Shell after shell of bullets; knocking me backwards to the ground.

It hurt less than I had imagined, but the pain was still nothing like what I've experienced. It was like metal balls pressed hard against your chest and torso. Then the next wave of bullets came and I was knocked further back.

It hurt alot less this time; and I could hear no more. I didnt even feel the third wave.

Laying face down on the floor; I could feel the liquid flowing out from the pressure points left by the bullets. Like a movie; it faded to dark and I felt no more.

6.30 AM

It seemed so real, was this how death would feel?