There's no way to explain
the bitter memories of War
The death, the pain, the suffering
and the awful sights you saw
The hatred for the Enemy
"Oh may he rot in Hell!"
The smell of fire from bombs that dropped
and Death- that putrid smell
Fighting for days in huge fields of mud
Seeing the wounded and smelling the Blood
Continuous shelling and blasts from the bombs
The whizzing of bullets
the toos and the froms
Exhausted you try to rest while you can
But soon you'll be chosen to replace a 'lost' man
Out into battle once more you must go
Not knowing if whether you'll fall to the Foe
Just "fight on for Victory"
Hold your head high
Today Lad is not a good day to die
© A.Elibol
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