Red, the only color within my vision at the time. Why is it that our country decided it was a good thing to let us fifteen year olds into war. "They'll be fine", "They are the most skilled in our country", they said. If we were going to be fine, tell me, tell me why my friends were getting massacred before my eyes.  Why was I the only one who lived. 

I sat down behind the metal barriers we had set up out on the battlefield and held my charged gun next to me. Tears dropped down as more gunshots and charged bolts were fired. Blood, more blood, and then even more blood. The entire ground was painted with it. My heart was beating rapidly, what could I possibly do to stop the enemies from massacring us children. 

Screams. Yells. Groans. These three things filled the air with sound as more gunshots and charged shots were fired once again. I cried and cried and imagined if I was back at home. 

"Hey! Hey! HEY! Bruce get up! It's not over! Wipe your face! Let's go!" A voice said before me. I lifted my head and saw lieutenant Rogers, the number one captain back at our academy. "Come on get up we can win!" he yelled as he made a fist. There was a glimmer in his eyes but there was something deeper. A hollow void filled his pupils colored jet black.

"Hey, lieutenant..." I mumbled. "Yes?" "You know we can't win these huh." " W-what are you saying? Of course we can!" He stuttered. "Liar!" I yelled. "I know what you are feeling, you of all people should know I can read people the best! If you know we can't win and that we will all just get killed, why are you sending us out there encouraging us, ONLY TO GET KILLED?! ANSWER ME LIEUTENANT!" I argued. He took a deep breath and put his head down as he took a knee. I couldn't see his face since his hair was covering it but I knew exactly what he was about to say.

He looked up at me as tears ran down his face and he sniffled repeatedly. "I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have done that to our fellow comrades! I sent them out to die! I'm the worst lieutenant here, why were we put out here?! I can't do this anymore! I've killed us all, we can't do anything in the state we are in!"

I knew how he felt, but we had to do something. The enemy had approximately five hundred soldiers left while I could only count one hundred of us as of now. All of a sudden, Rogers grabbed my heat charged shotgun and stepped away from me.

"Rogers what are y-"

There it was again. The color red. Could I ever escape such a horrific color. I have already seen it too many times and now I witnessed it once again in front of my eyes, just as Rogers had charged up a shot and shot himself right in the head. My eyes widened but I didn't feel remorse. Why was it that I don't feel remorse. Why, why, why, why, why. Why don't I feel anything even though I just watched one of my best friends kill himself in front of me. 

I moved on and slowly grabbed the gun. It had blood stains on it which made it hard to cock it, but eventually I did it. Shakily, I turned the gun and put my thumb on the charge grip to charge it. I slowly opened my mouth as tears trickled down my face. I held the charge grip until it was fully charged and put my index on the trigger. I gulped and closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on the stock of the gun in between my legs. Just as I was about to pull the trigger I heard a faint voice,"stop it...stop....hey......listen to me!"  it said. I thought it was my conscience so I wrinkled my eyes and tightened my grip even more.

"Hey dumbass are you deaf?!" a clear voice said in front of me.

I open my eyes and it was a comrade of ours. I could tell by the olive green suit he had and red lining on the folds and edges of the suit. He also had our academy badge meaning he went to the same academy. 

I put the gun down and cried endlessly while wiping my tears constantly. "Hey man, it's going to be okay, colonel Elliot said we can retreat, we have to run for about 5 miles to where our aero-jets will be waiting for us. Come on we need to go now!" He said as patting my soldier while squatting.

There was light in his eyes, he had hope. The poor man went through all this shit like me and still had hope, I envied him. I stood up and picked up my gun by the strap. We started running as shots from the enemy started firing once again, some even whizzed passed us and barely missed us. As we were running I looked back at Rogers and squinted my eyes out of sadness.

"Come on Bruce we need to keep going, hurry up!" He said. 

I nodded and ran, constantly looking down at the thousands of dead bodies of our fallen friends and comrades. Their hollow, ghost like faces haunted me as I ran through the crimson painted ground.