down here in the trench

10 Aug

every minute counts

down here in the trench

where the line is held

no time for silliness

no time for jokes

waiting for the charge to go forward

knowing more than half of us will die

why is it that i feel like i’m there

in that muddy, stinky hole?

i have never been a soldier

and yet i feel their fear down deep in my soul

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