A/N: I wrote this while watching the first scene of Saving Private Ryan, so any references don't belong to me.


Rivers of blood.
Mounds of flesh.
Bleeding and broken men,
shattered earth.
Gunfire and explosions ring,
shattering quiet beaches.
This is war-
dirt, chaos, death.
Not regiments, men.
Not toys, weapons.
Where there is no honour,
no glory in the fight.
Sweat and grime mix,
to pain the faces of men
just trying to survive.
Where fire is both a friend,
and an enemy.
Where blood and water are equal.
This is war.