It was a dark night, it was like a dream, no, more like a nightmare.
I found myself walking in the infinite land of dunes.
My comrades are nowhere to be found.
I called their names but I heard nothing in reply.
It was a deafening silence.
I was tired as hell but I moved on.
Not knowing where to go.
It was as if my feet have minds of their own.
I was crying.
I was a slave of my consciousness, or not.
My army desert boots seemed heavier every step.
It's like fate is playing with me.
The constant pestering of bad luck is starting to take its toll.
I wish I could fast forward every moment - but it seems to last like forever.
Every minute is like years trapped in misery.
I have a faint memory of what had happened.
We were in the camp, talking, sharing dreams when a loud explosion was heard from outside.
Then it went blank.
I saw feet, tens or twenties of them, no, possibly even more.
Their army desert boots are different from ours.
Smoke, there were smoke all over the place.
I was lying on the ground.
I felt like a boulder or something else was all over me.
I couldn't move.
I struggled.
There was water on the floor - the sand was wet.
It smelled different though, the pungent smell of.
I couldn't remember.
The flash back of feet in army desert boots keeps coming back.
People, they were dragging people.
There were gunshots.
My body finally gave in.
I dropped on the cold desert sand under the glowing moon.
The moon was particularly red that night.
As if it was bleeding.
I thought I was going crazy.
I heard screams.
Then the memories are starting to have colours.
It was our enemies.
They infiltrated the camp; they used explosives to get through.
They barged in the place where my comrades and I were.
They shoot us with no remorse.
I immediately dropped on the floor.
All I could see were their army desert boots.
It wasn't a boulder or tables or whatnot that covered me.
They were the dead bodies of my comrades.
The enemies must have thought I was dead, so they left me.
But I could remember them dragging one my superiors.
I could still hear his moaning from pain.
He must've been wounded.
His army desert boots left some marks on the sand wet from water, no, it was blood.