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Taken Over<br />
by Bradley Baker<br />
Everything is clear to me now. It was no war. Saying<br />
it’s a war implies that both parties had a fair chance at winning.<br />
If it was a war, then it was one we could have never<br />
won.<br />
I slowly and cautiously push aside corpse after<br />
corpse as I crawl away from the skirmish, trying desperately<br />
not to be spotted. Finally, I free myself and stand up. <strong>The</strong><br />
horror my eyes catch nearly throws me right back down.<br />
Blood is everywhere. It is the lifeblood of my people. What<br />
I see is horrendous, but for reasons unclear to me, I cannot<br />
look away. Several weeks of constant bloodshed transformed<br />
a once beautiful meadow into a putrid field of rotting<br />
flesh. I gaze over at a river once revered for its purity,<br />
now a river of the deepest red.<br />
Looking down at my side, I watch as a steady<br />
stream of dark liquid flows from me. I’d been stabbed,<br />
but when had it happened? Not once had I felt a blade<br />
pierce my skin. No sharp pain had erupted. No pain at all.<br />
Shouldn’t I be feeling something? In fact, I feel no pain at<br />
all. A sudden rush of sheer tranquility hits me as I hear<br />
a voice in my head whisper, “All will be well.” As I begin<br />
to feel my life slowly begin to slip away, out of my grasp,<br />
more words come to me: “You will not escape this war. Tell<br />
them your story …” Overcoming my nearly lifelong fear of<br />
death, I shoulder my pack and begin walking.<br />
It was a war we never could have won.<br />
I’ll never forget my first week in battle. It was the<br />
first time I had witnessed such immense bloodshed. Unaccustomed<br />
to the hardships of war, I vomited for hours.<br />
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