By Randall G. Behrens
The darkness is closing around me, and my lungs feel like they're closing and shutting down. My heart is beating fast and feels like its going to explode from my chest any second now. My hands and fingers go numb while my legs get heavy. My mind is overloaded with fear and worry. My only thoughts are for my family and friends back home. Wishing I could see their faces. My vision returns while everything is still slightly blurry and unfocused. Explosions are all around me and I feel the heat from the gunpowder and smell the stench of blood. It leaves a metallic taste in my throat and makes me want to gag. Bullets are everywhere and make cracking and snapping sounds as they narrowly miss me.
Fear. Fear is all I can feel and my mind plays flashbacks as I hear yelling and screaming of my fellow brothers. I take a look around and everything seems so surreal and almost time defying.
My weapon is in my hands and is hot from all the spent rounds I used to pu