Road Home

The sound was deafening.
Rolling thunder shook the very ground he stood upon
and then collapsed, sending him flying.
Clouds of smoke and debris shrouded him for a time, and then there he was,
as if the clouds parted and the very light of heaven shone upon him.
He was dead.
Screaming demons of war fought with the angels of peace for his soul,
clawing and pulling at him.