WAR

Shots rang through the air. Bombs came down all around us like deadly rain. The enemy seemed like they were everywhere, but I fought hard side by side with my comrades.   I heard a whistle of a bullet go close by my head. Then, almost simultaneously, I heard another, only this time it hit me.

Suddenly, I fell to the ground. Blood was all around me. The snow was no longer white as it had been before the attack. Everything seemed like it was covered in red. Dark red, it was the color of death.

I was cold and numb. I heard the piercing screams in my ears of my dying friends and family. I heard the bombs and guns killing. There was no way anyone will get out of this alive. We were surrounded.  Seconds seemed like lifetimes as I laid twisted in pain and humiliation. As I waited for it all to be over.

In just minutes bodies littered the ground. Bleeding or dead, I wasn't sure. I'll I knew now was that I was with them. I tried to stand, to help, but I fell again onto a body. I looked at the face.

It was the face of my twin sister. The battle killed her only moments before. Her now short blond hair was covered with dirt and blood, the ends were burned. Her clothes torn, her face bruised, her body battered and broken. A small sob came from my mouth. I remembered all our memories growing up, our good and our bad. All I could remember of her was how she was always full of life, never sitting down or laying still. Now, looking at her lifeless body I began to feel sick with grief.

I layed there weeping and cursed humanity. I felt like my heart would burst. Silently, I began to pray. I prayed for all of the people fighting. I prayed for all the families, for my family. I then thanked God for letting me fight in this war, for letting me take part in helping people.

I knew then that I was going to die in this cold harsh war. I buried my head into my sister. Then I accepted it. There was no escape. Even if I tried to, I knew it was fate. It was my time to go.

So, I gave into the cold, and darkness overcame me. It swallowed me whole for a second, but then a bright light appeared. I felt instantly better. I looked through the light and saw a familiar figure. I walked forward as I heard a voice whisper my name.

There was my sister holding her hand out to me. All her wounds were gone. She looked like she was bathed in brilliant light. Her blond hair fell in graceful waves to her lower back. Her eyes were bright and full of joy.   She smiled at me as I took her warm soft hand. There was no pain or suffering here. There was only joy and love.

Together we walked closer to the light, closer to our happiness in eternity.