After a battle

It is the American civil war, you for whatever reason are standing in the midst of the Aftermath of a great and horrible fight. The air is thick with smoke, fire and the stench of blood, You stand, alone in the darkness.... the silence in only broken by screams, groans and pleads for help, men with heads blown off, torn in half, shot in the gut, legs, arms.... a gruesome sight to behold.... The smell is one of the worse things about it.... it smells of corpses, blood, gunpowder, smoke and decay... You may be whoever you like, a general, officer, private hell even a civilian, you chose which side won and year.