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Dec 2011
As I sit here staring, out across the open land,
I see my comrades standing hand in hand.
Grenades are going off, as they always had,
As I think of fallen soldiers, I now become quite sad.
Thoughts are going through my head, circling all around,
I look at the scattered bodies littering up the ground.

The stench of rotting flesh is filling up the air,
The once dreams of men, have now turned to despair.
The poison gas now fills the air, as I fumble for my mask,
Escaping machine-gun fire is not such an easy task.
We were told when we first entered this war, that it would not take so long,
But as the war went on, we found out this statement was quite wrong.

Sitting in the trenches, with mud upon my face,
Fighting for my country, I will never be a disgrace.
Sitting here going insane, I can’t stand this another minute,
I am only here so that I can help my country win it.
Looking all around me, I see enormous tanks,
And for this reinforcement, I give my many thanks.

There are so many faces that I have missed for so long,
Sometimes I get the feeling that enlisting may have been wrong.
This deep feeling of regret that wells inside of me,
Shows me the person that I have come to be.
If you have something that you would like to know, just ask me and I’ll say,
The burden of protecting others carries us through the day.
This was my first long poem that I wrote in 9th grade for our history project. I got an A. :)
Megan Hardie
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