What happened?

It was a dark and cloudy day. The storm ripped through the treetops and every few hours hard rain fell down on the floor. I was walking through a forest. Black rooted trees and rotten stumps where all around me. It looked as if it was autumn. But I was sure it still must have been summer. My hair was wet and hung into my face. The cold wind was making me shiver, and I already was soaked to the skin. I was walking like a drunken man, bumping on almost every tree. It was the day after the great fight. I hoped it was but in fact I wasn't sure where I've been and how I came to this place.
The fight has been on a high grassland near the town and after it the whole area was covered with blood. I don't even know my name or on which side I was fighting. I only know I was fighting. So I walked hour for hour deeper into that wood until I leaned against a tree too take a rest. I looked down on me to take a note of what I was wearing - maybe I could find out who I am. In the breast bag of my coat I found a photograph of a young woman with dark blond hair.
While I was looking at that photo I knew that I'm loving her, but I still don't know her name. Above me there was the hoot of an owl. Afterwards it began to rain again. I walked along. There was no longer any sound only the raindrops on the ground and my own steps. When I found a tarn where I could see my face in the calm surface of the water, I saw that I had a wound above my left eye. As I touched it, it was the first time that I felt the pain.
I sank to the floor, and didn´t move for hours. In my dreams there were scenes from the past but none of them brought something to my mind. One thing solidified from these dreams, the question: What happened to me?