World of war

Mud is as common as a bullet

Men are as few as food

Officers are telling us to cool it but how can i when there my friend once stood

Out on the field some men bailed,

Facing the firing squad they looked pale,

We need to beat the Hun, then everything will be done

Boom! Blasts a bomb,

That was my friends last song,

Blood is all around,

As my comrades fall to the ground

Im now in a field of white crosses,

Remembering all the losses,

All of them where brave,

I just wish they could have been saved

Megan wilmot

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