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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