A gentle breeze swept across the plain, grass bowing in it's wake. The morning sun crept over the horizon, it's glow slowly spreading over the earth. The receding night exposing misshapen hills, countless depressions. Field flowers opened, basking in the light's warmth. The whole field awash with glorious colour. Beauty itself spread out before the dawn.
Gone was the smoke, the endless obscuring haze. The flash of lasers and the dull crump of Autocannons. Missiles streaking through the air. The dull glow of cockpit instruments, flashing indicators of chime of lock-on tones. Gone was the burning heat of the reactors, that endless nuclear fire that powered the mighty war machines. The thrill of battle, the terror oozing from every pore.
The land had healed, you could no longer tell this had been a battlefield. The only reminder a piece of metal, warped and misshapen, jutting from the earth like a splinter from the flesh. As out of place in the serene grassland as a tree in the ocean. On it's scorched and scored front were etched six small lines, the words carved out of the metal by hand.
On forgotten fields we fought
With steel and shell we danced
A beautiful waltz
To the beat of war drums
Gone but not forgotten
We remember our fallen brothers
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On Forgotten Fields
Started by theRealSquiggy, Oct 03 2012 07:29 PM
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Posted 04 October 2012 - 05:39 PM
Dude.... awesome.
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