They are young, frightened, drab, yet full
Of killing power. They squat and hide, careful
Of the unseen enemy. I feel for

Banded together.
Mingled into one.
Marching through time,
until justice is done.
Marching through fear,
sadness,
and loss,
Hoping

A Soldier Mourns His Fallen Comrade

A soldier mourns his fallen comrade
by placing a poppy on his grave,
he stands back and

THEIR SLEEP'S A STORM

Sleeping in a muddy trench.
Our heroes breathing filthy stench.
Or resting in a bed of sand.
Temperatures

Letter From A Soldier
Left, Left, Left right Left,
Defend this honor until my death,
This is our war, Right till the end,
I