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Feb 2018
I still ache, bullets fly.
Whizzing by.... that was close!
Face down buried in mud crippled with fear.
Mustn't cry there's still blood in my eye
Think of tea.. a nice cuppa... will god save me?
From no mans land back to the trench I slither back down to safety.
Rotten flesh... oh the stench!
Fight for country, peace and crown they said.
The smell of death fills the air.
I take a breath, look up and pray there is a god.
A noise.. I Look around... no one there.?
I drift off dreaming of home a beautiful barley field on a summers day my sweetheart running towards me.
I wake up to moans, mud, guts, blood and a grey skies again. Will I see my sweetheart again.?
Is this hell on earth?
A nightmare now reality?.
Must be. Forced to serve crown and country! This was not meant to be.
Open gritty eyes. Heavy shoulders.
Up and over again let's give them Germans a surprise.!!
Muddy heavy boots fight a terrain of wire, body parts, bones, wood, wire, the drip drip drip slip against blood sweat and tears.
Rat-a-tat-tat. Boom.!
No ammo left.!
While soldiers face a famine the rats feast on a dead soldiers face.
Getting fatter and fatter becoming the only winners in this god forsaken place.
I hear a moan in the land of no man.
I hear breath, see life, slippery and heavy, i pull and drag, falling, stumbling, mumbling my soul is crumbling.
Everything is a fight for survival.
Heaven a step closer for one of us.
I look across.
I hold my cross.
Exhausted.
No time to cry.
Boom.!

Bye.

Another fallen soldier including me.

RIP



Another fallen soldier.

RIP
RH 78
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RH 78  Uk
(Uk)   
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