In this photo,
I see a hard working man. A tired, and perhaps brave or even afraid man. I see the black smoke from an explosion mixed with the dirt it kicked up with it.
I hear the loudness of the gunshots in the distance. I hear soldiers talking and chattering in front of me as I quiver and shake, walking slowly behind them. I hear battle cries and shouting far off.
I taste the saltiness from the ocean breeze (if they're by one). I taste the muggy water that got dropped in the dirt a couple of times. I taste the breakfast i had hours ago, still in my teeth.
I feel the heat of the sun beating down on my face and shoulders. I feel the sweat going down my face. I feel scared of going into battle knowing of certain death.
I chose this picture because i like the mystery of what he is looking at behind him. The thing that caught my eye is the cigarette hanging out his mouth and the expression he has on his face.
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