Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25291276-20140820081353

It is 5 in the morning. The squad is ready to go. They are ready to go to the hill. A chill runs down their spine. They are scared. Who wouldn’t be? They run. Through the gun fire and the endless plain. They fight for the right cause. Right?

The hill is their only hope. They killed too many. Too many of them were killed. Why? If they reach it, will everything end? They are wounded. Matters not. Their will is strong.

Five men run through the battlefield. The glow of cannon fire is blinding. They have suffered enough. The pain is too familiar.

Today, they will surely know for whom the bell will toll. Time marches on. They march forward. One bullet. One falls on the ground and looks at the sky for the last time.

A roar is heard. Black smoke is seen. His goals he will never reach. As he hears the deafening sound, he breathes for the last time.

The sun rises again. All is gone. No. Their will is still here. They see what the future holds.

And they finally know. They know for whom the bell tolls.

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