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I’m dying, bleeding out, but holding on. Right here, right now, I’m sprawled in the muck of Andriivka, the first light of dawn taunting me. My uniform’s plastered to my skin, soaked in blood—feels like a grim medal I never asked for.
That blast, man, it was like the universe itself punched me square in the chest.
The pain's a beast, tearing through me, laughing in my face as it whispers dark promises of the end.
Here I am, the world fading to a blur, and clarity hits me like a truck. It's just me, my thoughts, and this little piece of hell. I gotta leave something behind, spill out the essence of me before I'm gone. I'm talkin' 'bout the real stuff—love that's kept me sane in the midst of insanity. Mom's resilience, my brother's solid presence, my girl's gentle caress, and the iron-clad bond with my brothers-in-arms.
This is my echo in the void, not just a farewell but a raw slice of my soul.
This ain't no quiet bow-out. It's a battle cry for the living. Savor every breath, hold freedom tight, let your thoughts run wild, and keep on fighting the good fight. My heart's a drumbeat for Ukraine, a love so raw, death can't even begin to touch it. "Glory to Ukraine," I gasp out, a final vow, my soul's unbreakable oath to our cause.
This is just one story in the war's vast sea—a visceral, uncut glimpse into pain, fear, and the savage beauty of the human spirit's fight. Through this agony, through the blood and the horror, my story screams of defiance, of an undying will to stand, to fight, and to love with every shattered piece of me. "Glory to Ukraine," the hope, courage, and spirit that define us, even in our darkest hour.
Slava
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