Letter from the front

I see nothing; without thinking about you as I lay in this pit of shit and gore. Mud in my nose, throat, ears and dries on my back as the bullets fly and the screams of men all around me. Men, who dream as I do and die as I will; but please God not now. I see the profile of your face as my eyes close and as my tears fall. I pray that I may walk hand in hand with you in a better land. Remember though what once we had and take care of the love we shared. Talk of me often as they grow and say how I loved them as I love you now as the bullets fall and the blades flash and I call for your love in my last darkness.