Three soldiers were striding along the street, and their steps sounded disturbing. Empty windows of the town were staring at the strangers. The city of broken lanterns, destroyed walls and the ashes of yesterday’s newspapers was cold and silent. Hours ago, throughout this town, there were cries of pain, and now, it is deafening silence. The spell of wet ground and ashes was covering the town like a black blanket. Everything reminded of a fight that took place in here several hours ago. To these strangers, it felt like living few lives; they died and were born once again to die.
Everything has mixed in Rob’s memory. He remembers few destructive bombs falling onto the streets and buildings, fracturing and disfiguring them. Civilians were shaking and crying; their lives were shattered by the war. Two opposing forces were fighting on their streets, in their homes and groceries. The soldiers fought for the sea and the sky, for the sky and the sea. Here, ordinary people where killing each other for their governments. Politicians were sitting in their cosy private offices and thinking of the new lands and opportunities to get more power. The soldiers meant nothing but the mass of people; their lives were not considered as something worth. The governments started the war, however, politicians themselves were not fighting. In this town, dead bodies laid at every turn. The sounds of shots, broken glass, screams of adults and children were everywhere. Sometimes the shots were becoming rhythmical, and Rob could count time on them like with a clock. Tick tock, scream, tick tock. He remembers pregnant women, little children and their grandparents begging for leaving them alive, and the shots of enemy’s gun killing them. Rob remembers as he was trying to find his elder brother in this hell, however, he could not.
It was raining heavily. Angry clouds above were staring at the bloody battle. Robe breathed in the air of the smell of dust, sweat, smoke and death. Rob was running to his brother who was sitting on the ground. His clothes were dirty, his hands were covered with blood and mud. Someone shot in the wall above Rob, however, he disappeared immediately. Rob crawled to Lucas and touched his neck in order to check his pulse. He could not hear if his brother was breathing or not in the noise of the battle. Suddenly, Rob started crying. Everything has lost sense for him. Is life worth living if one will certainly die? This war, suffering and death everywhere were too unbearable for a young soldier. His brother had dreams which would never come true. He promised his daughter to come back home. Rob started to panic. Suddenly, fear enveloped him. He did not know where to go and hide. There were no safe places; war seemed to be everywhere, on the ground and in the sky.
Suddenly, Rob felt a cold barrel of a gun near his temple. It was his enemy, smiling with a smile lacking teeth. Rob’s body started shaking even though he was no more afraid. The time had stopped. He felt apathy and emptiness. What were all of them fighting for? Nothing made sense anymore. His father and elder brother died in front of his eyes, and he could not do anything. The wind howled like a dying wild animal. Rob decided to fight for his life. He finally found the sense of living. At least, his little nephew needed care, and his own mother was probably still alive. Rob pushed his enemy’s gun and killed him. Rob would not be content with pretended wounds and victory. He was out for blood. Rob would kill as much enemies as needed in order to satisfy his need for revenge. They say, he who seeks vengeance must dig two graves: one for his enemy and one for himself. However, Rob trusted in luck as it seemed as this place was forgotten by God. It was all that Rob remembered.
The dark sky had fallen and covered its children in order to hide them from enemy’s eye. Rob woke up with the help of these two soldiers with whom he was marching now. The streets turned foggy. Rob noticed a doll with a swollen face on a window sill. It was waiting for its owner, however, this girl would never come back home. Dead bodies on the streets now seemed to be sleepers. Rob had no idea of what was the date or the day of a week. He lost count of time with losing count of dead people. One soldier whose name was Edward turned his head to him, “Listen, Rob, do not worry about your brother. He is in better place than we are. He suffers no more. So be glad for him.” Rob heaved a sigh. “Yes, death is definitely better than living in this hell,” he replied. “I am sure, however, that your children and wife would not agree with you. They want you to come back even though the hell will never end.” Rob raised his head to the sky. At this moment, all that he wanted the most was to see the stars piercing the sky, however, they were hidden from one’s gaze. Rob bended to take a gun from the hand of their enemy. There was to time for romantics; there was time only for making a war.