A wave of anxiety rolled over the soldiers like thunder,
and it was that moment they realized that the battlefield they were on could be their own grave.
They quickly shook it off but their doubts still lurked in the dark corners of their mind.
It was like a storm of fear was brewing in the midst of thousands of soldiers getting ready to explode.
And the enemy got closer and closer until they were in firing range, it was like someone struck a gong, war beckoned.
The storm of fear exploded outwards and all over the air ringed with the scream of solders and gunshots.
Men where dropping like oaks when they had got gunned down. Already bodies were strewn on the ground like garbage from both sides.
This was the despair of war.