What the hell was that? Eyes blinked, seeing dim light everywhere. Bricks old and cracked just like the Earth. Legs, feet, arms and hands? What is this? He couldn't make any sense of it. Pants tucked into tightly around well tied boots. Smoke filled his lungs as he could actually breathe. “Hey, kid, grab a seat and joined us.” A man called out who seemed to be wearing the same feature, and was sitting at a small round table with playing cards scatter about and a few other men. Where the hell was he at?
“What’s wrong kid? Cat got your tongue?” One chuckled as he took a card from the deck. How come he couldn't speak? He heard the others, but he couldn't move his mouth. “Too much of a chicken shit to play?” They taunted, he blinked, what the hell was they talking about? He took a step forward, surprise he could walk. A chair was already pulled up for him as he was handed his deck of cards. His eyes glanced over at all of them, they all seemed normal, but, they didn't feel normal. He sighed, wishing he could speak then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Where are you guys going? Why are you leaving? They just disappeared as a beam of light just flowed around him. Who in the hell was this? He looked up at him, but he couldn't see a face, he saw robes though. How come he wasn't speaking? He stood up as if he knew that he should. The hand left him as it motioned him to follow him. He just followed him as they stood at a platform that looked similar to a train platform.
This was sick. This was making him sick. “Is this Hell or Heaven?” He was shock that he could speak, but the figure beside him said nothing. Why wasn't he answering? He was a good man wasn't he?
“Am I dead?”
The figure just stood there, the light just looking at him in the face. Was he dreaming? Was he hallucinating; the very man of God who they said would forgive all? He knew he was a saved man; believe every which way that he’ll help him, but why now? He wanted answers and wanted them now. “Am I good man?” He tried again, nothing. “Answer me dammit! I want answers! I want to go home! I want to be at home! I want to be with Maria! I want to be with my family! I want this fucking war over!” How come he wasn't answering him? He was just standing there, mocking him almost. He went to grab at him, but found himself falling onto the bricked ground where the figure was standing, but now gone. “I want to be home..” His head whipped around at the hearing of a train whistle. No it wasn't a train whistle, it sounded like guns firing, bombs dropping everywhere. People shouting the same orders.
“Get the hell out of there! Get out of that fox hole!” He was confused as the train was passing by then there was a loud explosion where his eyes snapped shut.
He jolted awake, where the darkness welcomed him home.
