He rose up from the ground,
searching the area for anyone.
his muscles felt weaker than ever before
and he felt as though he was back in 1971.
he searched for his friends,
those who were in the war with him.
but depression overtook his thoughts,
and his surroundings were one of very dim.
there were explosions heard in the distance,
but he couldn't see which direction they came from.
he tried to shelter himself from any incoming attacks,
and the space where he stood, now became his kingdom.
he hoped to survive the dreadful battle,
and he hoped that his com rads would show up.
but he knew that they left him there to die,
and he felt like an abandoned pup.
hours had passed and he was getting lonely in the dark,
he got up slowly and began to walk away.
hoping that by some miracle,
he could make it to the next day.
