I am standing alone.
I look around me and see the end of the world.
The smell of death is in the air,
along with the screams of pure terror.
I look down from my hill and watch.
There are men--thousands.
One particular man catches my eye.
I know him. I try to call to him, but no sound comes from my lips.
It's too late. Suddenly he leaps forward as if struck from behind.
I watch him fall slowly; it takes hours.
I try to scream but cannot. I can not move.
All I can do is watch and listen.
But suddenly everything changes.
I can only see empty darkness, and all I can hear is a thundering boom.
It echoes in my mind for a while...then it is over.
And now I realize, this is the end.