Descriptive writing - war

Gun shots filled the air, the battlefield stained red with the pools of red-hot blood. Chantings boomed, loud and incessant. bodies strewn all over, some, the luckier ones were only covered with blood stains and gun shots, most other bodies were literally blown apart. It was not just a ordinary war, it is a war of pride, everyone was fighting with their lives, willing to sacrifice it for the pride of one's nation. Troops lined the street, bombs, guns, RPGs, we fired at us rapidly, impossible to have even a second peace on that bloody battlefield. Our sweat from our faces, blood from our wounds, all trickled down our skin, this is what we call war. Those who want to have war have actually never been to one as the experience is something we would never want to have a second chance experiencing. Another gunshot fired, this time, was straight at the heart of my comrade. Immediately, he toppled like a deck of cards, plunged head-first towards the blood-stained floor, there he lay, dead in my arms. That moment was all happening so slow, the times we had together immediately flashed in my mind, the pain and suffering we endured together, the weal we shared. We were like brothers, he left me just like that, without a word. I know, he has done his part, now it was my turn. I picked up my AK-47 and dashed out......
" Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to manking"........