REMEMBER...

The piercing gun shots hurt my tired ears

The cries of pain sound desperately in the horizon.

As loud as rumbling tanks going to a certain death.

There were bursting sand bags blowing in the air,

As heavy as burnt metal in a factory.

The soldiers were like dying angels

Fallen from an empty heaven....

The smell of stinking water filled the fields

While the rotten food invaded my nostrils.The blood spilt  on the battle field overflew my memories....Here I am today, on my own, with my memories and my empty thoughts...I miss all my friends.

by Zia

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