Descriptive Essay: The Vietnam War

The impending storm breeze catches the scent of the raging battle, characterized by the odor of blood mixed with the fresh rain. Only one town over, the sky is clear; the only other indication of bloodshed being the rising plumes of smoke in the distance.
From distance, the red color seems a product of the mens’ uniforms and flags. Getting closer, it becomes clear that the is defined not by the soldiers’ uniforms, but instead by the mutilated bodies inside of them. Despite this, thousands fight on. They are determined.
As if in a daze, a lone soldier in the foreground overlooks the ensuing battle without comprehension. Like his childhood not long before, it is as though thousands of small wooden toys became possessed to kill without any further
Reaching down, he feels the coarse ground, slightly damp with what he thinks to be the materialization of the thunderstorm overhead. He tries to grab for his musket but it remains in place; as fast as he was back, he was gone. Despite being awake, he couldn’t wish more that this is a dream. Unable to move, he wretches at the inhumane and disgusting acts being carried out by each of the clashing armies. He is the only person on the battlefield incapable of fathoming the motives and actions of the destruction.
Despite these horrors, the only signs of the battle remain in the smoke plumes and vile stench, both of which will be unnoticeable in the future.
Lacking the soul, direction, or understanding of reality, different parts of the warzone have become indistinguishable from one another. Red and blue no longer fight according to political and religious convictions. Life looks no more prevalent than death. The sounds of gunshots and screams merge to create a horrific echo. Each soldier possesses the instruments to act as God—to take away life and give death. What has become natural to the soldiers is as natural as leaves growing on trees. They are the same. “I am