Crows encircled me, as I stood the last man standing in a field of  corpses. The stench of gunpowder, still lingered in the silence.  Bodies of friends and foes, rested around me in silent death. Distant sounds of horses, galloping could be heard through the wind. Scavengers, no doubt come to steal from the dead. Blasts of agony and sorrow echoed through my body, as stood up letting the cleansing rain fall over me.