ANZAC sensory.

 

I can see the AK-47 that has fallen from the hands of enemies and their blood on my boots and pants.

I can hear the screaming of my countrymen and the blasting bullets from the sniper when they snipe my people.

I can smell the smoke coming from the smoke bomb that the other team threw so that we can’t see.

I can feel the wind on my face and the coldness coming in my guts when I breath in and out.

The taste of the blood from the people that I stabbed with my knife and that I killed with my shotgun

Inside I felt like a warrior and like I was in the netflix movie the Purge.