From: Egwene@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: WAR!
Date: Tue Jun 28 19:02:37 1994
                             -WAR!-

As the sun gropes through the fog which creeps stealthily across the 
battlefield the smell of blood, sweat, and death mixes with the cries of 
dying men whose lives are slowly leaking away.  Lying among the bloated 
and misfigured dead he sits.  His left leg resting bouyantly on the bare 
extended stomach of some dead soldier and his back supported pile the 
piles of dead around him.  He has fainted momentarily from the cadaverous 
stench of putrescence which surrounds him.  He is blind, his eye-sockets 
filled with dark clotted blood from a mortar shell wound.  With a cry he 
awakes and his fingers begin to inspect the area around him as they play 
over the distorted bodies of the men around.  He raises himself with 
difficulty but falls clutching his head.  Then he stands slowly and 
haltingly begins to move forward in a crouching motion much like a 
chimpanzee as he tries to feel his way around.  His eyes begin to bleed 
again and as he sinks to the earth clutching it with useless fervor he 
hears someone call his name.  The call comes again, faint and far away, 
then closer it resounds.  Hysterical laughter fills the valley as one man 
goes mad, for it is not his name but the cry of the vultures.