Blood red sand

my rifle lay next to me, waves of salt water and blood soak my uniform I pay it no mind as i hold my friends broken body in my arms, his eyes bloodshot staring deep,so deep into mine it's as he's staring past me and directly into the sun. He cries "Mother! Mommy! Help me it hurts so bad!" I try to reassure that he'll be okay.  it seems at this point im just giving him false hope, he would be making it off this god forsaken beach. Machine guns and rifle fire pepper the beach halting any advance off this god forsaken spit of land. occasionally a thunderous explosion rocks the small beachhead and geysers of sand plum and rain down sometimes limbs fall with it. I saw a man get cut down by machine gun fire,i didn't scream,i didn't cry. I knew his worries were over,that he made it off this beach,and that i remained. The enemy made few attempts at taking the beach,all were in vain,our combined arms of SMLE rifles and lee enfeilds threw back the ottoman assaults.bodies bump against me in the sand as i lay my friend down in the surf,closing his eyes and pushing his body out to sea,giving him a half decent burial. "Lcpl. Sydney, You fuck-wit, get your bloody arse over here and behind some damn cover!