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Trench poem

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  • 1. Last Hours in the Trench Oh, how bright the light is, in the early morning, as the sun starts to rise. I look down at my work.The large, deep ditch that runs as far as I could see, is nearly six feet deep; it is finished. I drop my small and rusty shovel and prepare to fight. It is now late in the day, but how late? I couldn’t really be sure. As smoke fills the sky, and another shell* lands not a yard from our forces. I look to my right, and there’s the new guy, eyes open wide and mouth moving silently, praying to any God that would hear him.
  • 2. and cries tears of sadness, wondering why we’re here. I’ll always remember the look in his eyes, before another shell* ends his life. I am blown backwards, and nearly lose my arm. It’s time to finally take my stand. I’m called to no-man’s land. I take a drink of tainted tea, knowing that this drink would be my last. I stand, and start to climb out of that accursed pit, when I looked back at all the men. All my brothers under one flag,who were sitting in the mixture of wet mud and the blood of those around them.
  • 3. or I will die trying. With a scream of anger and frustrationfor all the pain I and my brothers have been put through, I charge forward into the smoke. I barely make it three steps before I feel the metallic feel of bullets burrowed deep in my body. I drop my weapon, and fall onto the soft ground. I am facing up, barely breathing. I will die now, says my soul However, it is with my last breath that I see the bright morning sun shining down to me. Oh, how bright the light is. *artillery shell