stream of conciousness

Cold foggy nothing in site riding on shirley my 3 year old horse shots fired oh no what to do there is nothing to hide behind i hop off my horse and stand there all alone and cold like a homeless person when i look around there is nothing to shoot nothing to kill when i fire a shot i hear nothing not even a bing off of something a red flame i see off in the distance could this be a person or a man that i have shot its getting closer getting progressivly faster within 3 minutes he has reached me there stuck in the middle of 4 union soldiers i have been a confederate soldier for the past year this however is not where i want to be as soon as i believe i will die the soldiers disapear into the fog i walk trying to find my horse i saddle my hourse back up and start heading north as im riding i get closer and closer to the sounds of cannons and flames i can also see the fog has cleared and there before my eyes is the battle now known as the gettysburg battle my horse is stepping on dead bodies there are so many dead people its like they are the new grass actually no it is not grass anymore its not even green it is red into the distance i can see there general as i say that i get hit and my horse also dies within the cannon blast