It was green, the grass. It reoccurred to him with child like wonder just before he hit the ground. It was moist too, and although this was the end of the line for him, this felt like it was just beginning. Like he was 3 years old all over, learning his colour wheel. He was closing in on 30 now though, and these were the last breaths he drew. As his eyes flickered in the drizzle, life drained from him, the pains from the holes bored into him didn’t match the sensation spinning his head right now. His faded khaki was now tainted red, it was sticky too. He recalled too, that your life flashes right before your eyes, just before you die. People said that a lot. He saw this coming, and as a man of foresight, he made sure to construct the road to this Rome according to the blueprint. The only p
