Bloody Impressions

His hands were tied;

body pinned to the floor of the enemy van

Someone hit him hard with a gun-butt;

he coughed in agony

The van kept heading; bullets were ricocheting around it

It took a while ----

Knees wedged against his chest, he rolled out of the vehicle

 Falling, crumbling he returned to his land,

A battleground 

strewn with bullet-torn limbs and bodies

He recognized a few faces; 

heard a few saying their last prayers

Groans and moans buzzed around him deafeningly

His heart ached looking at Captain wrestling with death

It was a shocking reality, no illusion there

Another explosion rolled, a blinding light burst into the space

Several machine guns, rifles and tanks penetrated the earth

He slipped into the trench and hid himself

Beyond him was a thick haze of black smoke

The outline of the mountains were barely visible

The only sounds were the whirr of the military wheels

 His eyes moved slowly, from left to right; then right to left

The smell of fresh fires wafted with the breeze;

The sirens were clearer now; he crouched low in his trench

A few bullets flew above him once again,

The dust, the screams, the shredded metals perambulated in the air

He couldn’t move; another bang, another bomb reverberated...

Big dust settled on him, he was under bricks and loose stones

But, then he moaned--- God, my leg!