23/4/13

war

  

    It was the funniest thing I had ever seen and I hope to see it no more .I´m not crazy, and I´m writing these words because paper is the only one which doesn´t judge, because it just listens and tells.

    Three years ago, I was fighting for my country in the Somme´s battle. I was buried alive in a trench, aiming day after day at the enemy line, looking for someone to kill I could never meet, waiting for my own death.

    Then I saw him. Walking between the dead bodies there was a man who looked older than the earth. He was dressed in a long black robe but you could clearly see his wrinkles. As he walked through the bodies, he kissed his bloody faces, all of them. Seeing such scene, I was so astonished that I couldn´t shoot at him. Shooting was by then something on me as natural as breathing, but I couldn´t.

     Suddenly, as if he could read my mind, he looked up and stared at me. Feeling his cold eyes in my soul, I closed mines and hid up deeper in my trenches. After a while, when I finally could open my eyes again, I just leave my rifle in the field and run far away from there. I deserted without think, without looking back.

    It was the Death itself what I saw that day, and I didn´t want to take part of it.