Apocalypse Narrative

James looked at him and said,” I knew he was by my side, when he died.” John turned a ghostly white and sat down beside him. “Did you say you were there?” James said as his eyes glazed over,” Yeah I was. Our post has been outside the capital. There was something strange about that day. You could feel it in the air, that something just wasn’t right. I just couldn’t place my finger on it…dam it… It smelled like death. I just couldn’t shake the feeling something just wasn’t right. I had extremely bad vibes that day.
Your son was like a breath of fresh air in that hell. He was always cutting up playing practical jokes on me and other members of our battalion. Dwayne and I often teamed up to do the daily patrols around the sector that we had encamped
No matter who or what destruction we caused, they just kept raining into the area. The place smelled like death, I had never experienced that before, everywhere you turned it didn’t matter. Bodies were stacked like cordwood along the streets, where children played between attacks.
The one thing I couldn’t get used to was the amount of children that had been densely murdered. In the background you could hear random gun fire that echoed throughout the neighborhoods. Occasionally we would hear what seemed to be a loud child scream and a large explosion with a plume of dark smoke coming up from the area that the noise originally came from. We called it the devil’s breath, we knew someone had died from the explosion, we just knew someone had. We just knew it was either another dam missile, or a bomb that the enemy had set.
The enemy kept placing a scare of God into innocent people. Adults that struggled to make it through the day, and place food on their table for their family. Innocent children don’t understand why their families were collapsing around them, like they
Sir Hello?” As John placed his oversize hand in a firm but caring manner on James shoulder it seemed to give James a vote of confidence that snapped him out of his own personal nightmare. “James is that really you? “ John exclaimed. “The last time that I had seen you was at Dwayne’s funeral. You were standing in the back of the funeral home, like you had lost your best friend. Why didn’t you step forward with the rest of your company? Rumor was that you disappeared like a bad Houdini trick, and no one had been able to find you.” James continued, “That should have been my funeral, not his. So my family would have thought of me as their hero not the failure that I have become. He helped me to get through so much in that war. After the funeral, I just started to walk, and haven’t stopped since. I went to where I couldn’t hurt anyone else.”
As James sat there for a moment struggling to catch his breath and to come back to the shadow of reality that he was struggling to come back to the shadow of reality that he has struggled with over so long of this stage of his life. Tears seemed to be rolling down his aged face. Dampening the dirty snow white beard, that has grown on his face. He looked at John, choking back his true emotions, as if he let the emotions out John and himself would look at him as a lesser of the man he