The tents were white. The sky ranged from blue to gray to black. The people were ashen and the smiles invisible. But the color I saw the most was red.Also I have that playlist I promised. The link is http://8tracks.com/jaydabird/rose-of-no-man-s-land
Red was the color of a nurse's flush as she ran back and forth, carrying water and supplies to sick and dying men. Red was the color of the cross we bore on our arms and heads, representing the aid we delivered. And red was the color of the blood that dripped through our fingers and congealed on bandages wrapped around wounds of an even deeper crimson.
Okay well I guess that's all I really have to say for now? Writing is hard, if you're wondering. I have had the worst writers block and I'm going to have to go back and add a lot to this past act. But I introduced one of my favorite characters so I guess you have to appreciate the little things. I'll keep you updated on the deliverable. Seeing as it's a grade, I have to.
Thanks for reading again.
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