World War- War Within and Brainhunt

...  I thought that morning had something better to bring however it was not so. I went out to the window and gazed at the sky. It was full of fire and gunshots could be seen from a distance. I had to breathe once again the air and the smoke of war touching my unwashed skin dirty with blood and the filth of too much killing. I felt once more the pain of my bleeding body and turned away from the sight. The clock struck six AM and I went to catch up with the little drop of watter that had to wash my face and dry two more of the tears I shared at night with my prayerbook. The man next to me opened his eyes. He could not stand up and could not speak because of the pain of gunshots. As I  was staring in the broken looking glass I found my head growing up a daze and I felt my eyes heavy. So I grabbed hold of my gun and controling my feet to stand on solid ground I started counting from one to ten in German to keep my mind concentrated with the warlanguage I was studying. Apparently it didn't help at all . I must have fallen to the ground and the broken mirror was now floating over my head. But it became more than just a looking glass, it was like an artefact screen projecting a gathering of stars. The stars somehow in my mind were all representative figures of numbers which formed in some kodes the symbol  of Nazzi Party of World War  II. The figures then started twisting and turning and disolved into darkness. When I woke up all that I could see was a darkened nightsky and in my pocket  the piece of mirror in which I was gazing before breakfast. I stood up in the middle of a deserted battlefield. A man came towards me and struck me hard. I punched and hit and stabbed him with my knife but it looked as if he wasn\t bleeding at all. He grabbed hold of my mirror then directed  it to my face. I felt a soft touch on my forhead and something being pulled out. Then as they say I was left without  memories or identity so I chose to project my soul on the grass filled with warblood and let my body rest next to all the others. I am now a soul in search of the mirror for I am left without logical or rational thought and I will now look for it all over where I may find it. Death withoug logic is a very subjectively chosen wrong deed and so I have to make the right of it some day....