As I sat on the beds of the rough dirt. I took a look around at the faces of the boys who had left their mothers to die in the aristocrat's wars. We set out for glory to become heroes but the truth is we were all a child who was sent out to war for the dream of the Emperor's ambitions. Staring at the dirt with solemn faces I looked down as I began to hear booms from far away. The thoughts of my death and the scared silent feelings of my mother's grief in the occurrence of my death. The booming got ever closer but still distant in my perception. I looked across to a boy who I did not recognize but I knew he felt the same skepticisms as I. The boy looked sad as if he never wanted to be a part of this war in the first place. It was like ripping an infant out of a mother's womb and throwing the infant into a lake. The draft was a nightmare for the frightened and still a nightmare for the brave as the brave would realize the horrors of the so called opportunity for glory by looking at the silent cold faces of his fellow conscripts. Fellow soldiers would scramble as I continued to sit unmoving, whilst the Booms seemed to be closer as I perceived it as harmless to me once more. I noticed commotion but I was unalarmed sitting and waiting to be sent home from this hellish landscape. Suddenly I was in a foggy dream, as if I had flown into the sky looking around at the beautiful birds flying like a soft silk through my hand. I gazed down and saw RedSauce all over my jeans.
