Men die, men kill.

Cannons rumble in distant lands.

Death thunders toward us, yet, I’m unafraid.

I hear the cry, “charge” and I do.

I taste desperation mixing with the battlefield smoke as it tries to choke me.

It can’t be true; it is a dream, the nightmare of battle.

I feel a sharp pain and fall.

As my cheek feels the roughness of the unkind ground, I wonder…

Can you die in a dream?