it is the opening line of a prologue for a novel. I wanted to see if it adds more emotion. Here is the first graph:
Death is ignoble. Poets may claim otherwise, but there is nothing heroic about its finality. Ed groped in the cold to zip the body bag over the now perpetually young soldier; that once virile face will haunt him for years.
The thick rubber gloves of Ed's biosuit snapped rigid in the bitter cold of the February dawn. The gentle hiss of air through his respirator drowned out most of the distant cadence of trainees chanting as they marched down icy roads: ?A yellow bird, with a yellow bill, flew upon, my window sill??