Written during a word race, “Write as many words as you can in 5 minutes”
The cries across the battlefield were drowned out by the artillery.
As Greg found himself facing down death, he wondered what it would be like to die.
Suddenly, her face appeared. Smooth, white skin almost like porcelain. Bright blue eyes that reminded him of the sky. Long copper curls that danced wildly in the wind the day he asked her to marry him.
And in that moment, he realized, he did not want to die. These games Politicians played with other countries– they were not for him. They were not for any of his battle buddies lining the field as cold, dead corpses.
Backing away from the scope on his sniper rifle, he made the final decision.
He was going to run.
Dropping back from the front, where everyone else was dead anyway, he sprinted as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
The trees just ahead were good cover until he could figure out what to do next.
Another explosion sounded in the distance as bombs were dropped from enemy planes.
This was it. Do or die.
And right now the will to live long enough to be court marshaled was enough, just as long as he could taste her beautiful lips, and hold her body close once more.