Short Stories

Fighting

The soldier looked over the war ridden plain,

The terrorist looked out over battlefield.

He was fighting for his country and people,

He was going to kill everyone fighting for something.

All he wanted was no more war, just peace,

All he had to do was flip the switch.

His family back home were waiting for him,

His, well not friends, were waiting for him.

They were waiting for him to bring back news,

They were waiting to hear about it on the news.

The sweet smell of his wife’s cooking,

The battle began, it was life or death.

He had better get moving, he was always slow,

He flipped the switch.

All the people around him were fighting,

All the people around him were going to die.

His hand pulled the trigger of the rifle,

His hand turned off the bomb.

They all did it; they shot, and shot, and shot,

They were going to kill him.

Why was he doing this?

Why was he doing this?

Because he was fighting for everyone back home,

 Because he was fighting for everyone back home.