EXIT WOUNDS

I'M CURRENTLY LIVING IN THIS HELLISH WARZONE...ALTHOUGH I'M A SOLDIER,I'M STILL PRETTY LOST IN THE BATTLE.I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M FIGHTING FOR NOW...THE OBJECTIVE'S NO LONGER CLEAR..AND THE EXECUTION OF THE ORDER IS DONE..THE WHITE FLAG IS UP.JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THAT HUMANITY IS DONE..AND HOPE IS GONE,DAWN BREAKS IN..AS IT SIGNALS THE ADVENT OF ANOTHER BRAND NEW DAY.AND THERE I GO,EXITING THE BUNKER TO MARCH ALONG WITH THE REST.WHILE WE'RE JUST MERE TOY SOLDIERS...OR AS WHAT THEY REFER TO AS 'PAWNS',OUR DIGNITY IS PRETTY MUCH EMPTY.WE WALK LIKE DEAD MEN..AND WE ALREADY ARE.AS THE FIGHT BREAKS OUT,THE COMBAT STRATEGIES ARE NO LONGER THE MAIN PLAN..AS I FIGHT MYSELF BLINDLY THROUGH THE FIELD..THERE'S A BULLET WAFTING BY MY FACE..LUCKILY,IT MISSED.NEXT THING I KNOW,THERE'S AN EXIT WOUND ON MY CHEST...I FALL...LANDING MYSELF ON THE SCORCHINGLY HOT EARTH...MY MIND IS BLANK..AS HOT SWEAT IS DRIZZLING UP MY BODY..I CLOSE MY EYES..MY LIFE FLASHES BY..I'M DYING..THE END...IS NOTHING...