by the side of the trench

I hear the sounds of the sand hitting the side of the trench.

its times like these when you realize that sometimes silence is louder than war.

you get used to it, the thumping of artillery, the whistling of bullets flying over the trench.

after a while it just blends in as white noise.

its only when you are faced with something new that you realize that your brain can finally think straight.

the survival aspect is over, over for now at least.

its freeing for the first seconds.

then the pain finally sets in.

the pain of being knocked around by shockwaves, of the scrapes from the sharp rock on the side of the trench.

and then, the worst of the pain starts.

psychological.

the doubt of your purpose, the people who wait for you to come back.

hurts me as much as my ribs right now.

but there is something unifying about this sandstorm.

finally I'm not alone in being helpless.

people who once seemed immortal are just as helpless as me right now.

the armored suits, the tanks, the planes.

they all see that, they are human too.

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I had this idea just now and had to make a rough draft before I go to bed

Mango.