Graves in the Ocean

The sound of waves crashing reminded him of the planes collapsing back in the war. The impulse field distracted all the instruments, ceasing their function. Machines died, then, the giants fell.

The orange horizon did little to distract his memories. The great explosion was the same color, only it shifted between orange and red every three seconds. He knew it was every three seconds because that was the time interval for him to detonate the next charges. As he did so, corpses washed up to the shore. Some of them still moving, ut those were only the muscle jerks that dead things do shortly after passing. Some of the soiled themselves, others spouted small spirts of blood and sea water.

He used to love the beach, always being the first one to jump in the water, but now, all he saw was his reflection, and dead people staring up at him from the bottom, with fish nibbling on the caracasses.

Some day, he thought, some day he would get over it. But not today.