the world..."post-wars" and my usual rant.

The smell of basil, that's what I remember. I can still smell it just a little bit. The helicopter blew all the leaves everywhere, on to roofs, through the fields and on to the faces of those kids chasing the gigantic flying monster we arrived in. They flocked us like we were celebrities, something special to be looked at. I hid my gun. That's when I saw her. She was tiny, but she had these deep brown eyes. I swear it was like an ocean of brown, they were filled to the rim with something that shouldn't have been there. That wisdom...the experience with death. Her face was burnt, and she hid behind a small veil. Being completly oblivious to everything but her, I tripped and my gun fell through the green and grey uniform, silver like a flash of lightening. I know she had seen it, I saw her look of horror when she ran away. That was the closest thing to childhood innocence I saw there.