Free Write

Adrenalin pumping, sweat soaking, heart racing, there's no turning back. Not today. Each step penetrating the pitiful earth. The eyes of two fellow soldiers following my every motion, their breath steady with my quickening strides over and around the coal black boulders. Never. A month ago I did not know them, today I rely on them. Who are these people? Brothers. Warm salty tears sliding down my petrified face, I cry for those whose tears were stolen from them. I cry because the pain has swollen within my tired body, my fear has evaporated. I am strong. I am stronger than you, for you. They say time heals even the deepest wounds, but these wounds are not healin'. They created this, and they expect us to finish it for them. They are weak.