MOBILINK'S VISION

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They sent him back to her. The letter came.
Saying . . . and she could have him.
And before She could be sure there was no hidden ill
Under the formal writing, he was in her sight —
Living. — They gave him back to her alive —
How else? They are not known to send the dead —
And not disfigured visibly.
His face? — His hands? She had to look — to ask,
"What was it, dear?" And she had given all And still she had all
— they had — they the lucky! Wasn't she glad now?
Everything seemed won,
And all the rest for them permissable ease.
She had to ask, "What was it, dear?" "
Enough, Yet not enough. A bullet through and through,
High in the breast. Nothing but what good care And medicine and rest
— and you a week, Can cure me of to go again.
" The same Grim giving to do over for them both.
She dared no more than ask him with her eyes
How was it with him for a second trial.
And with his eyes he asked her not to ask.
They had given him back to her, but not to keep...

Dream.....

i saw them. Like fallen angels seeping through the ends of undead earth. The crimson drops slowly emerged into beings i had never seen before. they were so many of them. My eyes watered but fear was far. My dream of dying the right way was about to come true. They were creeping towards me unaware of the imminent threat. Their eyes bore no malice nor hate. It was just fear i could see. Or perhaps that was what i wanted to see. My heart throbbed like nothing i had ever experienced. My eyes could suddenly see the my gun again. A smile appeared across my face, as my G3 aimed. The heavy piece of machinery spat fire across the end and the enemy was torn apart. But that didnt stop the storm. The bullets started raining from all direction. My position was not compromised but the wild storm of unwanted lead told a different tale.
The first one hit my right leg and made me remember fire and anger. The colour red, seemed to plaster itself onto everything in sight. My sight was compromised due to the blinding pain. Gaining a slightly heightened conscious level, i repositioned my weapon and shot three of them. They fell like rocks onto the ground.
The second one hit my shoulder and made me remember rainbows and waterfalls. Strange i could feel such beautiful things at such heart wrenching moments. The pain was excruciating but so beautiful. I could never have wished to be anywhere but there. I could see the crimson pool now forming a pool by my side telling a sweet tale of passion and fervour.
The third one hit my heart and told me that i had reached the point of no return. My breath started to falter and darkness began setting in. They had said that death was hard and painful. But not for me.. I would gladly die again and again for this moment. When i knew my life was bound to go for a certain cause and what lay in front was eternal bliss. The gun loosened from my hands and my eyes started gazing at the starlit sky. Drowsiness started sinking in and the pain started to diminish. And then with a soft song of war writhing across my weary lips, i embraced what many call the only truth.. On top of a lonely cliff with the enemy seeping across me slowly, with a war song on my lips and a twinkle in my eye, I died a very happy man...