One of my regiment
died from dysentery
while others were shot
or blown up by shells.
Trench foot, rat bites,
lice, not to mention
that poor ****
who shot himself
when it got too much.
Sidney paused
taking out an extra strong mint
and ******
I Walked with him
to the dining hall
in case he fell.
I sat him carefully
in his special chair.
I went to go,
but he grabbed my arm.
Used to crucify some
at the Front, tie them not nail,
field punishment no 1
it was called.
Died from dysentery,
what a way go.
Sidney let go of my arm
and stared ahead
musing no doubt
on the dead.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
One of my regiment
died from dysentery
while others were shot
or blown up by shells.
Trench foot, rat bites,
lice, not to mention
that poor ****
who shot himself
when it got too much.
Sidney paused
taking out an extra strong mint
and ******
I Walked with him
to the dining hall
in case he fell.
I sat him carefully
in his special chair.
I went to go,
but he grabbed my arm.
Used to crucify some
at the Front, tie them not nail,
field punishment no 1
it was called.
Died from dysentery,
what a way go.
Sidney let go of my arm
and stared ahead
musing no doubt
on the dead.
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