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Drenched in perspiration, choked in humid mist

Eventually I stand to make my way through dense forest.

Fires burn in the distance, rockets flare into the skies

Endless exasperation in the sounds of suffering cries.

Nothing can convince me this is just a bloody game –

Defenceless, I move forward, war is such a bloomin’ shame.

Past-Prompt #0015 can be found here, with the prompt words (now to them picking themselves, three from five), wallpaper, mist, surface, game, defend at threewordsaday challenge site.