Upon Mud I sat, Alone.
my only friend, Tarrou, strewn upon the ground us french beast laid such dire claim to..
Upon his mangled body I knelt and the world did slip from me then; the feeling of waterlogged boots, the desperate clamor of men fighting, explosions did cease, the wound in my arm that those damned Germans ripped with lead did seep...
"Dr. Rex.. am I to see my child.. is this how it ends?"
his pale face caked in the ground of distress which we dreamers of day so fragrantly did strive for..
"to my knowledge dearest friend.."
searching his shrapnel laden chest, the tunic i ripped apart with my fervent hands, I wept - never had been done so in his presence.. his poor heart, pierced yet he breathed wheezing.
"Yes my Brother, your time has come."
Tarrou barely flinched, a sigh he did leave, like that familiar smoke accompanied by the sputtering of wax, a candle spent, flicked warmly upon my hands.
"I love you Dr...... Rex! that is your name and yo-"
before he could finish and perhaps better yet before I could strike him down for such an offence; king? of what my beloved!
He died in my arms.

From that pit I did rise, and for the blood of the fallen I was brought back into being, the blood of my arm ran warm, his face now cold never to be seen again by the likes of us mere mortals.
The ash my cloak
The dirt my shield
The pain awake my purpose
Many men that day did fall by my hands, passion ran through me; with each cranium opened by my shovel, with each lung pierced by lead, with each passing moment my vision blurred, with the eyes that killed my dearest lover I dug, the poor mans body..
i look upon this battlefield with ire. may I never fail again.
And upon the desecrated corpse of the devil who shot me, he will never be found; I ripped him limb from limb, his teeth I pulled from his mouth, his chest i caved with my bear hands, and when he wept I showed no mercy, when he begged for life I wanted little more then to annihilate him.
I killed Tarrou.