Lost
The shrieking sirens pierce my ears; the shrill of wailing shells torment my mind, as the rifles’ metal shells puncture my home. I run outside to witness the invasion of hell. Ten thousand strong soldiers approach in battle formations, no remorse, no pity, no heart for even the innocent, who took no part. Only the corpses of wives and husbands and children left in their footsteps. Their treacherous steel contraptions, firing ever more shells upon our small village.
My father begins to yell to me. “Hajde” (come on).
I look up to face him, the urgency in his face depicts his fear and anger, and the blood boiling within him. As I run down the face of the mountain, the muddy road consumes me, as I evade the treacherous bullets being fired …show more content…
Their faces, straight, not an emotion shown, the fear has been ripped from their hearts and minds, no feeling interfering with their mission.
As we climb onto the truck, the last to get on, I am seated at the back, my feet dangling off the back of the truck. I look back to the village as truck begins to leave, hundreds of people, soldiers, children and women, laying on the dark muddy ground, motionless.
It was all gone; nothing but ruins left. As we pass Koslo, our neighboring village only the cries of wives and children are heard echoing. From a distance I could see a thick grey smoke, which shielded the pale blue sky like a veil of …show more content…
I tremble in fear, struggling to come to terms with my surroundings. My vision perplexed – the repercussions of hell coming down onto earth. An urge within forces me to move forward, as I reach the top of the mountain my face in shock and awe. Immediately falling to my feet, my head facing the floor. The soft comforting touch of my father comforts me, as my tears plummet into the dark, muddy ground, never to return.
As I pull myself up, I notice a man in camo coloured army uniform, the stillness of his face, alludes me to believe of what he had seen and what he would have had to do. As my vision progresses in analyzing his uniform, I notice a small crest on his arm, black. Red. Yellow. My mind disillusioned, is he one of ours? We were all neighbours once, and now ravaged by death and grief of buried loved ones.
* * * *
I stare endlessly into the dark muddy timbers on the floor of the six-wheeled vehicle. Crying children seeking their mothers warmth. “its all going to be okay” they reinforce their lies, trying to comfort the small children. But it wasn't, we had nothing left, no where to go, and wherever we could go, only more war and terror awaited us. I feel my fathers hand subtly touch my shoulder.
“ne brini se”, (don't worry), his gentle tone comforting my sorrow and tears which are running down my face.
As I look up, my eyes shifting and moving rapidly in search of my
The shrieking sirens pierce my ears; the shrill of wailing shells torment my mind, as the rifles’ metal shells puncture my home. I run outside to witness the invasion of hell. Ten thousand strong soldiers approach in battle formations, no remorse, no pity, no heart for even the innocent, who took no part. Only the corpses of wives and husbands and children left in their footsteps. Their treacherous steel contraptions, firing ever more shells upon our small village.
My father begins to yell to me. “Hajde” (come on).
I look up to face him, the urgency in his face depicts his fear and anger, and the blood boiling within him. As I run down the face of the mountain, the muddy road consumes me, as I evade the treacherous bullets being fired …show more content…
Their faces, straight, not an emotion shown, the fear has been ripped from their hearts and minds, no feeling interfering with their mission.
As we climb onto the truck, the last to get on, I am seated at the back, my feet dangling off the back of the truck. I look back to the village as truck begins to leave, hundreds of people, soldiers, children and women, laying on the dark muddy ground, motionless.
It was all gone; nothing but ruins left. As we pass Koslo, our neighboring village only the cries of wives and children are heard echoing. From a distance I could see a thick grey smoke, which shielded the pale blue sky like a veil of …show more content…
I tremble in fear, struggling to come to terms with my surroundings. My vision perplexed – the repercussions of hell coming down onto earth. An urge within forces me to move forward, as I reach the top of the mountain my face in shock and awe. Immediately falling to my feet, my head facing the floor. The soft comforting touch of my father comforts me, as my tears plummet into the dark, muddy ground, never to return.
As I pull myself up, I notice a man in camo coloured army uniform, the stillness of his face, alludes me to believe of what he had seen and what he would have had to do. As my vision progresses in analyzing his uniform, I notice a small crest on his arm, black. Red. Yellow. My mind disillusioned, is he one of ours? We were all neighbours once, and now ravaged by death and grief of buried loved ones.
* * * *
I stare endlessly into the dark muddy timbers on the floor of the six-wheeled vehicle. Crying children seeking their mothers warmth. “its all going to be okay” they reinforce their lies, trying to comfort the small children. But it wasn't, we had nothing left, no where to go, and wherever we could go, only more war and terror awaited us. I feel my fathers hand subtly touch my shoulder.
“ne brini se”, (don't worry), his gentle tone comforting my sorrow and tears which are running down my face.
As I look up, my eyes shifting and moving rapidly in search of my