Hero

But you don't survive. When the bullet hits, life seeps out of you body like water out of a cracked dam. You've never taken the time to memorize the feeling of air wadding your lungs, but all at once you wish you had so you could juxtapose the feeling to this. Because this is not what you imagined death would feel like. In the movies it is always quick. The hero takes his final breath after a valiant battle. He doesn't fight death, he allows it to overtake him. To become apart of him until there is nothing left but a body. You, by all accounts, are a hero. You have fought for your country in a war that has given you nothing but a title. You are a hero but this not heroic. Death is not what the movies make it out to be. When the bullet penetrates your skin you feel like every ounce of you has cracked and shards of yourself has chip off onto the dirt. The cracks in your skin are hollow and deep.You are a hero. You die as slow and meaningless as this war. When the bullet's impact forces you into the river, you realize that Robert Frost was wrong.The world does not end in fire or ice, It ends in water so clear that If you had survived you would've sworn it was air.