The weapon whispered into his ears about his sins with every squeeze of its trigger on the background of its loudness. The soldier answered with a laugh. The days of the peaceful withering leaves had come to an end. What withered now is life, one after the other slowly falling into the depth of nothingness, with a hope of every life expecting to reach heavens from the hell they had been in. Pride, honor, patriotism and peace they said, would give them a strength unimaginable yet whats left of them now? nothing but ashes and graves. Haunted by every bullet having their nation's name on it, they stood against it. It was their's and had always been their's to take. The war claimed his brothers, all of them. He knew its his time to leave this hell. The sight of his end, a faint silhouette was calling him to his grave. He did his job with honor and greatness. Its time for him to fade. The silence faded in the showers of the bullets through that silhouette, smashing his flesh and bones sworn to protect the family he loved. The soldier yet continued to fight with his eyes of an undead, waiting for his turn, not to be a part of death but to become a part of a new world, A world were peace rules, happiness shines, and justice holds stronger than ever. A world of such was just a fantasy one can hardly believe in. Such fantasies perhaps a lie, yet is important for it gives a leaf of hope, just one last leaf. He knew it, all of it. Yet he kept of fighting till his body could take no more. His knees felt heavy, his eyes dragged down his conciseness to a slow fade, The strength which once supported his conscience left his mortal self, his body took one last rest, kissing the ground, with one last breadth of his, his eyes saw or perhaps desired to see the new sun rising, lighting the world of faint memories of his existence and the one he loved. In the end, it all come down to this even after all he had done in the past in order to protect the colors of his flag, and the people it sheltered. The guilt of not being strong enough crawled into his heart filling it with itself. The yellow leaves withered, shining in the glow of the morning sun as he exhaled his last with a gentle smile and a tear, whispering "Take me home sire..".
