it was a warm evening and you and pony settled down and got comfy. pony grabbed his favorite book ‘gone with the wind’ and smiled. you knew pony liked to read and you enjoyed it.

“lying in the pit of the sun, shoulder to shoulder, head to feet were hundreds of wounded men lying in the tracks, the sidewalk stretched out in endless rows, under the car shed. some lay stiff and still, but many withered in the hot sun. everywhere swans of flies hovered over the men, crawling and buzzing in their faces.”

“man that’s gross.” you said

“everywhere was blood, dirty bandages, groans screamed cursed of pain.” pony said as he kept reading on