Gun

My shiny black body reflects the light of the middle-eastern sun as I am swung wildly around as the soldier carrying me verily flies across the glittering expanse of sand. I am lifted and feel the sharp retort as bullets pass through my barrel and are spat out of my muzzle across the expanse. I feel the soldiers muscles clench in excitement as the bullets hit home, and I feel the impact and the spray of sand as he dives behind cover. I am raised again and brought to bear side to side, firing. My body is warm from the bullets passing through and my trigger feels ready to fall off, but still the firing continues. A whistling sound is heard above the din, and I am thrown many feet as the explosion rocks the area. I lay in the sand, very much alive, but never will my story be told.