The blood of my companions drifts away at my feet.
The bullets are flying around waiting for a body to meet.
Everybody screaming to eachother,a bomb explosion just killed my younger brother.
The sky supposed to be blue that day,but the smoke of burnig tanks make it look grey.
The medic asks me if i'm allright,before I could answer he was out of sight.
When I looked on my left I saw my brother,I saw one leg but I couldn't find the other.
No one knows how it is on a battle field,how it is to see your best friends die.
Somethimes when I remember those days I get so emotional I start to cry.