I am in a field watching the enemy advance roughly in my direction
They have no real idea that I am here which is to my advantage
As it is likely that they would try to kill me
Which is not a very pleasant thought
Quite why I am here confuses me
As my platoon was here last night
Yet now I am quite alone
The enemy soldiers are now heading fully in my direction
They will be in this field in about twenty minutes
A lot of these soldiers will die in this field
It will be their final resting place
I have spent the last hour studying the flowers and grasses nearby
It is an area of abundant beauty which does not deserve its fate
I have seen the odd rabbit today which reminds me of home
Rabbits are one of my favourite animals
I used to keep them as pets
They too will suffer
I have chosen to return to my home
As it is full of booby traps and mines
I have no argument with these men
I have no wish to see them die
My wife will be waiting for me
Many of these soldiers have sweethearts
Many have wives sisters mothers and female friends
They are very like me
But I have the option of retreat
I will be home very soon enjoying brown soup
At the wooden farm house table
I can see planes in the sky
I did not expect planes
It is likely that I might be spotted
My advantage is fading as I write
I am enjoying brown soup
At the farm house table
Pearl Barley is my wife’s name
She was born in this village
And knows little of these wars
I tell her not to worry
As one cannot perish in Dream Wars
That is physically impossible
In a few minutes the enemy soldiers
Will walk into the minefield
They will stumble
Booby traps
War is Hell
But some men
Love War
I do feel a little guilt
As they are not dreaming
They are not Dream Soldiers
Reality Kills