Jul 16, 2018
Gunfire erupted before the cooking fires had the coffee ready. The soldier thought this was very unfair as he dumped the pot and ran for his rifle. Not sure where the shots were coming from, he whirled about in confusion, shooting here and there. Bodies were falling. Men screaming. The smell of gunpowder and bacon hung in the air as the shooting stopped. The soldier dropped his gun. He’d been startled in his sleep, while dreaming about fresh home-brewed coffee. Another man shot him in the hand so he would drop the rife.
The soldier sank to his knees, falling head first onto the grass. Not a word was heard, only the breeze blowing in the trees, like the last sigh of summer.
