Arc

For the first time I had a dream I was drafted into war. I was sent on the front lines to attack a fortified city somewhere in eastern Europe. I carried a single shot rifle onto battle. Instead of attacking the defenses in the city from the front I followed some people around to the side to flank and get a better angle at their fortified positions. They didn't know they were being flanked yet and I shot them one after another. The people attacking from the front were dying trying to take the high ground. My heart was racing but I just kept shooting. The battle was over in about 30 minutes after I arrived. I picked up a shotgun and another rifle to carry back to base. We took a small monorail tram back out of the city. There was a blonde haired soldier sitting next to me and her face was dirty. She was quiet. I told her this was my first battle and I killed 11 people and asked how many battles has she been in. She said she stopped counting at 12 and she laughed a weird laugh and became silent again. I remember feeling after the first battle I was at my limit and I hated everything about war.