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      There's a slight breeze that makes the field of grass look like waves. But soaking in the grass is blood. I'm on my hands and knees staring at the dirt ground. As tears flow down my cheeks I could only feel the burning of emotions. Those tears turned the dirt to small puddles of mud. I was still, only feeling the little tremors that surged through my body. It wasn't tremors it was something more then that. A gash lay across my back. It's woe was tremendous. Not tremors. I glanced frequantly at the torn pieces of my sleeves. They couldn't tell me how all this happened. My mind forgot how I got here or what had happened to me in the past.
        A light flashed before me and few images passed me. I saw a girl fall on the cement floor of a prison, a dog being hit by a car, a guy with a flashlight shining on a. . .What the hell?! It all made no sense it wasn't my memories. Wait! I saw something. Something so real that the vivid details that lie in it were unbelievable. A man with a gray uniform and a blue strap that held his gun was coming towards me. I blinked and the image slowly vanished like the morning's mist. Then it came to me. I could remember a girl whom I called friend. She fought in a protest to fight for the wrong of the gov't. She'd tell me that the gov't was making poor choses and that someone had to stop them. I recall going with her to a protest out in fields like theses. People were shoving each other and all calling out things that were blurry to my ears. The girl kept telling me to stay with her no matter what the soldiers did.
          I stopped right there staring at her wondering what on earth could possible force the soldiers to come here. Here in theses barren lands where only animals can survive! She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. She shouted out move to everyone and we got to the front view. Right there in plain view was the military. There medals shining high in the setting sun. All I could help feeling was anger. How they could just stand there and with no expression at all. They were like wooden soldiers who when told to would blow us all up and walk away with not a single idea or regret about what happened. They took a step toward us, and her hand tightened it's grip. "This is it, my friend." she smiled with pride that i couldn't feel. I was staring at her confused. A man from behind us ran and gave the girl a flag. It read "Fight for what's right and live with no fear." It's colors were different colored reds that must have symbolized power or they had no mercy. The wood was polished but it had dirt from the bodies of all who stood here today. I watched behind me as the tension rose and soon bodies were looking restless. I watched in front of me and the soldiers were so scared that a 9 year old who stepped out from the group made them all flinch. All but a few flinched and they showed courage and strength. The girl looked at me and her eyes were saying
                                            ready.
           As a wolf howled she raised the flag and everyone charged at the soldiers. Both of us just stood there. She was spinning screaming yes, victory. I saw no such victory, all i heard was the loud cries of people dying. Bullets rang through my ears, forcing me to never forget them. The girl laughed as she stopped spinning and her eyes were staring straight at me. I was so lost in this that I couldn't understand why I was even here. That maybe following this friend wasn't so great, that maybe I should have followed my own instincts and left.
          The girl stared at me more fiercely this time and forced my hand on the flag. I was begining to think I was crazy doing this at a time like this. But i felt the surge of anger in it and couldn't help but stand there. I blocked out all the bloodshot cries and the gunshots and focused on the flag. It waved in the powerful wind without tearing or showing signs of slowing down.
        It felt like a million years had gone by before sudden silence fell upon me and this girl i didn't know. "You there!" shouted a deep voice. Our heads swiveled toward this voice. It was a man with a gun in his hand. Horror was showing on my face, i know because there was tightness in my throat and my eyes widened. I glanced at the girl and she
looked like she had failed something. The man lifted his gun starting to point at the girl.
I let go of the flag and reached for her shoulders. As i pulled her down her body twisted toward the man. Soon I hearded gun shots, and the girl's body pressing on me with each bullet that hit her. I glared down at her face with sorrow as her body was being hit. I couldn't do anything but say I'm sorry so many times to her. Placing my head on her shoulder I started crying because it was all my fault that she was dead. All my fault that I didn't let go of the flag and help the people in more need in helping a good cause. It's all my . . . I peeked over at her face and she was smiling. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't dead. Her body was not cold, she gazed up at me and said "It's not your fault, we fought our cause now you do your part my friend." I cried more as those words slipped through her, as she lost body heat. I gazed up at the man who was filling his gun some more. I grasped the dirt and threw it at him. He was disturbed and glared at me with anger. "Stop! She's dead! She's gone through enough! You don't need to make me suffer more!" He was a statue as I said these words. Tightening his grip on the gun wanting to kill but had no guts. He bowed his head and ran away.
         I crawled up against this stranger whom I wish I knew. I grazed her cheek with my hand and closed her eyes. I turned her to the side where her body didn't look mangled or in a battle. Placing her arms in a cross, kissing her hands I once held tightly. I got up and realized that i was going to fight for her and her beliefs whatever they may be.
          After that i fought many battles and after many battles this is where i stand. In the field of grass all covered in blood. It's hidden at first glance, but if you look closer you'll see it all. That doesn't really matter but the wound that is across my back. It's pain was numb to me since it always happens, but this time my attacker didn't leave me. My attacker is behind me waiting for me to get up and slaughter her. I don't want to, but i started this war and need to end it. But before i go i remembered the day that girl died and i thought of something that I remembered always.
                             We fought a war we don't even know how it started.
                             We forget about that because when we hear or see a
                             loved one die we can't help but feel furious.
                             So we fight too, and soon were all at lost as to how this
                                   war began and if it'll ever end.

Description
      There's a slight breeze that makes the field of grass look like waves. But soaking in the grass is blood. I'm on my hands and knees staring at the dirt ground. As tears flow down my cheeks I could only feel the burning of emotions. Those tears turned the dirt to small puddles of mud. I was still, only feeling the little tremors that surged through my body. It wasn't tremors it was something more then that. A gash lay across my back. It's woe was tremendous. Not tremors. I glanced frequantly at the torn pieces of my sleeves. They couldn't tell me how all this happened. My mind forgot how I got here or what had happened to me in the past.
        A light flashed before me and few images passed me. I saw a girl fall on the cement floor of a prison, a dog being hit by a car, a guy with a flashlight shining on a. . .What the hell?! It all made no sense it wasn't my memories. Wait! I saw something. Something so real that the vivid details that lie in it were unbelievable. A man with a gray uniform and a blue strap that held his gun was coming towards me. I blinked and the image slowly vanished like the morning's mist. Then it came to me. I could remember a girl whom I called friend. She fought in a protest to fight for the wrong of the gov't. She'd tell me that the gov't was making poor choses and that someone had to stop them. I recall going with her to a protest out in fields like theses. People were shoving each other and all calling out things that were blurry to my ears. The girl kept telling me to stay with her no matter what the soldiers did.
          I stopped right there staring at her wondering what on earth could possible force the soldiers to come here. Here in theses barren lands where only animals can survive! She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. She shouted out move to everyone and we got to the front view. Right there in plain view was the military. There medals shining high in the setting sun. All I could help feeling was anger. How they could just stand there and with no expression at all. They were like wooden soldiers who when told to would blow us all up and walk away with not a single idea or regret about what happened. They took a step toward us, and her hand tightened it's grip. "This is it, my friend." she smiled with pride that i couldn't feel. I was staring at her confused. A man from behind us ran and gave the girl a flag. It read "Fight for what's right and live with no fear." It's colors were different colored reds that must have symbolized power or they had no mercy. The wood was polished but it had dirt from the bodies of all who stood here today. I watched behind me as the tension rose and soon bodies were looking restless. I watched in front of me and the soldiers were so scared that a 9 year old who stepped out from the group made them all flinch. All but a few flinched and they showed courage and strength. The girl looked at me and her eyes were saying
                                            ready.
           As a wolf howled she raised the flag and everyone charged at the soldiers. Both of us just stood there. She was spinning screaming yes, victory. I saw no such victory, all i heard was the loud cries of people dying. Bullets rang through my ears, forcing me to never forget them. The girl laughed as she stopped spinning and her eyes were staring straight at me. I was so lost in this that I couldn't understand why I was even here. That maybe following this friend wasn't so great, that maybe I should have followed my own instincts and left.
          The girl stared at me more fiercely this time and forced my hand on the flag. I was begining to think I was crazy doing this at a time like this. But i felt the surge of anger in it and couldn't help but stand there. I blocked out all the bloodshot cries and the gunshots and focused on the flag. It waved in the powerful wind without tearing or showing signs of slowing down.
        It felt like a million years had gone by before sudden silence fell upon me and this girl i didn't know. "You there!" shouted a deep voice. Our heads swiveled toward this voice. It was a man with a gun in his hand. Horror was showing on my face, i know because there was tightness in my throat and my eyes widened. I glanced at the girl and she
looked like she had failed something. The man lifted his gun starting to point at the girl.
I let go of the flag and reached for her shoulders. As i pulled her down her body twisted toward the man. Soon I hearded gun shots, and the girl's body pressing on me with each bullet that hit her. I glared down at her face with sorrow as her body was being hit. I couldn't do anything but say I'm sorry so many times to her. Placing my head on her shoulder I started crying because it was all my fault that she was dead. All my fault that I didn't let go of the flag and help the people in more need in helping a good cause. It's all my . . . I peeked over at her face and she was smiling. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't dead. Her body was not cold, she gazed up at me and said "It's not your fault, we fought our cause now you do your part my friend." I cried more as those words slipped through her, as she lost body heat. I gazed up at the man who was filling his gun some more. I grasped the dirt and threw it at him. He was disturbed and glared at me with anger. "Stop! She's dead! She's gone through enough! You don't need to make me suffer more!" He was a statue as I said these words. Tightening his grip on the gun wanting to kill but had no guts. He bowed his head and ran away.
         I crawled up against this stranger whom I wish I knew. I grazed her cheek with my hand and closed her eyes. I turned her to the side where her body didn't look mangled or in a battle. Placing her arms in a cross, kissing her hands I once held tightly. I got up and realized that i was going to fight for her and her beliefs whatever they may be.
          After that i fought many battles and after many battles this is where i stand. In the field of grass all covered in blood. It's hidden at first glance, but if you look closer you'll see it all. That doesn't really matter but the wound that is across my back. It's pain was numb to me since it always happens, but this time my attacker didn't leave me. My attacker is behind me waiting for me to get up and slaughter her. I don't want to, but i started this war and need to end it. But before i go i remembered the day that girl died and i thought of something that I remembered always.
                             We fought a war we don't even know how it started.
                             We forget about that because when we hear or see a
                             loved one die we can't help but feel furious.
                             So we fight too, and soon were all at lost as to how this
                                   war began and if it'll ever end.