The Lone Soldier

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I woke up in a haze.

I felt a sharp pain, I didn't know where it was coming from, but it was violent. I sat up in the mud, and started to move all the various limbs to check that I was still in one piece. I automatically picked up my gun and slung it across my shoulder. I moved onto my knees then gradually stood up. I then started feeling dizzy and blacked out, whilst trying to control my balance. Luckily it only lasted a couple of seconds.

I looked all around me. I couldn't see much, there was a misty fog hanging dense in the air. After the tingling sensation all through my body started to fade, all my senses started to reboot. The smell hit me. The stench of death was intoxicating.

The sound was deafening. Why? Because there was nothing I could hear. I started to walk forward in a straight line. I had no clue where I was, or where I was going, all I knew was to advance and keep moving forwards. It only took me a couple of steps before I fell to the floor once again. I looked down to my hands and saw that they were now covered in blood. I was horrified to see the dead body of a young soldier, stone cold, gone, and never to return.

I got up quickly, with tears starting to run down my face. I wipe them away, smearing the soldiers blood across my face. The fog had appeared to have lifted slightly and that's when I saw where I was. I was in a massive field, full of wasted lives. I shouted out and got no reply. I was all alone. I tried to calm myself and started to think.

I asked myself questions that everyone should be able to answer.

Name? Age? Date of birth? Home address? Wait, where is home?

So many questions that are my basic identity that I could not answer. I realised that I didn't know who I really was.

So I kept walking, clenching onto my gun; the only thing I was certain of.