Online Lesson (Descriptive Paragraph) - A personal response to war

Bright scarlet blood trickled from his nose. The impact of the explosion had blown him off his feet. He was lying on the ground now, limp. His hands grew feeble and he loosened his grip of his M16 rifle, his palms wet with perspiration. His squad mate bended over him, screaming. But he lost it. His vision blurred, his hearing failed him, the stence of blood faded. He saw his other squad mate sighing, looking disappointed. He felt himself being wrapped in scrap pieces of cloth; a substitute for bandages which were not available. It was useless. He resigned himself to his fate. He closed his eyes, and let his hands drop. He was still.