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?