To War

Author's Note: War is much different than what most of us think. 

Jonathan stood there watching as enemy soldiers approached. The Corporal shouted orders and the other men hustled about, struggling to load rifles and to set up a line of defense. Enemies inched closer and closer. Jonathan looked around at his fellow soldiers, their faces cloaked in fear. His stomach felt uneven and his mind was racing and he kept thinking of his mother and father. Opposing soldiers were so close now Jonathan could hear their marching. Everyone halted awaiting for the Corporal to give the command to fire.

“Ready!”, shouted the Corporal.

Jonathan’s heart raced, he was panicked.  He wanted to be a soldier but as he looked at both sides and considered what he was about to do.

“Aim!”

He didn’t want this. No more fighting, no more marching, no more being a soldier.

“Fi—!”

Jonathan turned around and was paralyzed. The Corporal had been shot.

“ZZZZZZPP!”

Something and hit Jonathan’s back. His eyes got heavy, his mind went blank, and the world went dark. He awoke at the sound of a cry he shot up and was rewarded with a spiking pain in his back that echoed throughout his body. Maids and doctors rushed towards him. He realized he was in an infirmary. Doctors asked him what he remembered but he couldn’t remember a thing. All he knew was his back was in pain and he needed to go back to his father. He wished he had never gone to war.