It was a blood bath,
you had no other concept
than that, the beach bloodied,
the waves lifting the bodies
of the dead soldiers up further
on the shore, then lifting them
back towards the sea again,
the constant sound
of machinegun fire, explosions
of shells or mines, cries
of the wounded and dying,
and you attempting to help
the ones lying there,
with whatever medical aid
you could, ducking gunfire,
hearing the whistling bullets
passing by or the sickening
thud of smacked bodies,
the sense of Hell, smell of sin,
sight of death and destruction,
and you there, one amongst
so many, knowing far away
other people in peaceful places
get on with their lives in their
day to day way, unlike these
others and you on this bloodied
beach and untranquil bay.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
It was a blood bath,
you had no other concept
than that, the beach bloodied,
the waves lifting the bodies
of the dead soldiers up further
on the shore, then lifting them
back towards the sea again,
the constant sound
of machinegun fire, explosions
of shells or mines, cries
of the wounded and dying,
and you attempting to help
the ones lying there,
with whatever medical aid
you could, ducking gunfire,
hearing the whistling bullets
passing by or the sickening
thud of smacked bodies,
the sense of Hell, smell of sin,
sight of death and destruction,
and you there, one amongst
so many, knowing far away
other people in peaceful places
get on with their lives in their
day to day way, unlike these
others and you on this bloodied
beach and untranquil bay.
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