Part one of Death is my Beginning

I died.
I know stories aren't supposed
To start with the ending,
But this is how mine begins.
It began when I took my last breath.
When my eyelids drifted to a close,
They felt as if they weighed a ton.
It was inevitable,
My eyes had to close,
My breathing had to stop,
My heart came to a slamming halt.
They said my body turned cold,
Almost seemed to be instantaneously.
I was never much a believer in religion.
My Momma always told me,
"I'll keep you in my prayers,
I'll pray that you see the light of God."
I bet now she's expecting me to be at
Some pearly white gates the Christians
Are always clamoring about.
That I will be taken in God or Jesus' arms.
Alas,
That is not how it went.
Not even close to how it happened.
There was no light at the end of a tunnel.
There was no voice saying to me:
"Come my child, come to my kingdom."
Or some silly religious saying.
I awoke,
I suppose you can call it that.
To bloodshed, to silent screams,
To bullets flying overhead.
There was battle all around.
Everything was silent though.
I couldn't hear a single sound.
It seemed as if everything was on mute,
Living as if paralyzed,
I couldn't feel a single limb of mine,
I could feel any part of my body,
I didn't feel as if I had a body.
I just felt like I was "there."
Looking in every direction at the same time,
It was difficult on focusing on one way.
I was taking in everything at once it seemed.
There were people running,
Their mouths open, giving commands I could only guess.
I was never the kind of girl to sit down and study uniforms.
But that was what they were in.
I don't know what colors they were.
The world was plain, in black and white.
Unable to speak I stood only silent.
Watching as people ran around me,
Some dodging, some falling with wounds.
Blood scorched the ground from where it fell.
I didn't understand why I was there.
Still, I don't even know.
Why,
When in that car crash,
That I was brought to this part of the world.
Why I was made witness to this battle,
Why I was made a silent witness to this war.
If there ever was a God, or some higher being,
He has a twisted sense of humour.
For I was brought here to witness the death,
The simple death of the man I loved.