inevitable death

1949. With the cloud of fog covering me, I was walking into the unknown. Each step I took, a well-formed drop of sweat dripped from the tip of my nose. With the fear of hearing the click that ignite mines, I tip-toped over the wet muddy ground slowly. Every movement I made created a tingle in my body, especially when the very tip of my old boot felt the mud. As I was lost in the fog, there was no help that could be reached.
When I tried so hard to see penetrate the fog, I saw an angel. I thought it was my imagination; however as I blinked, the angel was still smiling at me. As a chain of thoughts came into my head, I was terrified. Was this the feeling of death? Was I dead? Carrying these menacing thoughts, I stood there staring at the angel. My mind flashed to the happy memories I cherished with my family and friends. People say that before you die, you see a flashback of your life. As my heart sank to the very bottom, I became more convinced that I was dead. I felt the worst e...