I was unsure of what happened.
My head hurt like someone plunged a sharp kitchen knife into it, which wouldn't be surprising, there was a war after all.
That's the point.
There was nobody here.
The only thing i could see in this...wasteland, with a sky, that merely reminded me of a swamp. Everything looked dead.
My Comrades,
my friends.
They....they were dead.
Maybe a few survived, but they must have ran.
But..did that happen? What if I'm wrong?
What if they moved onto a new battlefield? Or...has the war been decided?
Have...we won?
Have we brought everlasting peace?
I hope we did.