CAUTION: Graphic Content

Was writing and had a feeling to change subject, this is what came out.  Kind of creepy when stuff like this just pops up, but I felt I needed to write it out. Also strange because I'm really happy right now and doing well with Sands. Dunno, let me know what you think.

The shell exploded above his head and the man next to him exploded in unison with it, torn to shreds, black ribbons that beckoned him to follow, down into the muddy death below his feet.  Gunther screamed then, a scream like many he’d heard before, from his lips as well as others’.  A foot to his right and he’d have followed the man into the abyss, felled by the murderous sword of the demons across the field.  That field, that cursed field. A black stretch of death and carnage, the blood of men watered it, yet nothing grew, for evil cannot make life, only destroy it.
  He gripped his weapon, useless as it was. The demons seemed to be impervious to anything thrown at them, as if the very hand of the Devil himself shielded them as they threw blazing balls of fire and poison at the men cowering in the trench. The trench, the black snake that wound its way across the burned out land, a vein whose blood was the bodies of the dead, the occasional trickle of the living giving the sense of life as they moved between points of cover, hoping to simply make it through one more day.