Showing but not telling

It was 20 years ago, so long ago but i still remember every single emotion that cascaded on me, not feeling warmth of freedom coursing through my veins. It the time of the Great war. I remember being a young nurse,a feeling of positive hope never aware of the infinite darkness awaiting our souls. The war  was lonely,even though I was surrounded by thousands of people, the smell of dirt and lifeless bodies made my once bright hope seem silly, but more important than ever to have it.
   Tears were as common as breathing, once a young man lay in a dirty cot in front of me with a badly seared and bleeding leg. For one moment i forgot why i was there, tears flowed down his dirty face but he almost looked peaceful now. As if he finally won a long hard inward battle... he did.

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