A Nightmare at best | silver01ta's Blog

In one hand he had his tool.

In the other hand he had a glass of scotch.

Knowing full well of what he had to do

And the men he had to lead.

They all trusted in him.

And he trusted them.

The scotch was warm this night.

He drank it neat like he always did before a task.

But on this night....

All the scotch in the world could not perapre him for what he was about to see.

He put the glass down.

Wiped it clean.

Checked his equipment, and lead his mean to the task.

When it was all done, he had no words left.

That night left a permanent scar on his soul.

Everynight after he would revisit that moment in his dreams.

He would wake up hoping for a Nightmare at best.

Looking around and realizing it wasnt a nightmare,

He'd go back to bed and pray for death...

Hoping this nightmare would be his last.