The corpses everywhere stank of day old death. It had been a catastrophe, a mistake, a suicide mission. But for honour, these men had given their lives, valiantly, and fought the fight to death. In the shadow of death, a figure walks. Limp, and dislocated, it slowly made its way west. He was after blood.
Words That Flow Like Water 
Tributes to the well skilled soldiers in the whole world nations!
Rahul
Definitely!
Well done, you feel as if you’re right there! I like this kind of stuff – a LOT!
Thank you! 🙂 I’m glad you liked it, I guess, I’ll just write like this more in the future :p