Bombs explode....
Debris flies everywhere
A tremendous noise
Smoke fills the air.
Soldiers and horses alike
Fall wounded and shaken
Young men lie dying and
Their dreams are broken
Of going home as a hero.
Fights in the school playground
They now remember
The cuts and bruises they had
Are nothing compared to this.
Give a man a gun....
A uniform....
And he is a soldier.
Take them away....
And he is a man again.
The trenches are deep
The fields and fights are long
The distance between the two sides
Are closer in their minds.
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I really enjoyed this. It flows so smoothly and the power of it gets across quite well. Good work.
Thank-you! I'd never actually thought that this was one of my best, so I'm chuffed.
Good write but even if you take away the gun the memories still haunt you.
Nicely done!!
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