100 word stories. Post all you like, maybe we'll dip in and use yours?
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For many hours, I watched the tide of battle turn, time and time again. The ebb and flow washing the dead up the hillside where I lay. I watched as batteries of cannon fired back and forth ferociously, sending me a hundred more compatriots from men who, moments before, were mortal enemies. The cause for which I fought faded from my memory. The dead of one side lay alongside those of the other as if, in the end, they have become fast friends. That was the last I saw before the carrion crow plucked the eyes from my upturned face.