Explosion. Death. Bullets. Explosion. All at once, the peace breaks. Blood. The noise hits me first. A conglomeration of screams, both of rage and of pain. Gunshots. Mortars explode. Blood. My ears ring. I breathe in. Dust and grime fill my lungs. My sight blurs. I look down. Blood. Knees. Hands. Heart. I cry and collapse. Bodies litter the ground. An arm. A leg. Blood. Bullets rip a living body in half. I don’t notice. Mud on the ground. Mud on my hands. Blood. I look, and see the bullet. Blood. There’s only one orderly thing I can do. Die.