Fan Fiction ❯ The Deserter ❯ One-Shot

The Deserter

Gunshots all around me,

The beating of my heart,

The pounding of my head.

None of this I hear,

Only the silent accusations

Of the wounded, of the dead.

Running, forever running,

The smoke now clouds the air.

I cower behind a treestump

I reach out -- and touch my chair.

Now my wife is calling me,

She tells me, "It's alright."

I cannot understand her --

The sun shines, but I'm in a forest -- in the inky black of night.

Gunshots all around me,

The beating of my heart,

The pounding of my head.

None of this I hear,

Only the silent accusations

Of the wounded, of the dead.

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I wrote this about the same time as 'The Interview', but this one's much better. I even wrote it before even considering joining the military. I think it makes it pretty clear how I feel about deserters -- soldiers who abandon their posts, who go AWOL, and who don't fulfill their military obligations. And I think that makes it obvious how I voted in this election, and how happy I am about the outcome.

And if you're an American of voting age but you don't have any clue what (or who) I'm referring to, shame on you.