REMEMBERING…

I still have those flashbacks today,

Remembering…

I’m sitting in the trench rats nibbling at my feet, my fingernails are green, my breathing is slow but not steady, gunfire everywhere remembering… I can’t sleep at night these days. Tossing and turning, then I wake up breaking a sweat. Forever i will be cursed with these memories. Forever Remembering…

I pick up my gun and let my finger pull the deadly trigger that probably killed an innocent person. My friends body lying limp on the ground a bullet through his heart.

Remembering...

I decided to end this trauma, end it forever…

By Isla Armstrong