A page torn from an old diary

I Woke up with a sudden jerk
Thoughts squander berserk
Clearly heard that tearing scream
Damn ! Again, the same dream
I play that game of paint balls
Ignoring alll those pleading calls
I shoot around with a big laugh
Laugh heartily, till I cough

Red red red... red everywhere
Cries cries..... cries that scare
Am I enjoying this? I puzzle
Looking inside, I see no tussle
Convinced, a big smile in my face
That simply none could erase
I vacate the bed and get ready
In the uniform I feel more steady
Just then the phone rings.....
'Sir.....'
'On your course.... with the force...'
I headed to the rose garden.

- General Reginald E.H.Dyer.

PS: saw a promo for a paintball gaming club this morning......  With red pain splashing allowed. Thought of writing this.....