Starting off
At the back of the war
Where you can’t hear the booming guns
That killed your friends.
Every night getting closer and closer
To the front line
Where your worst fears are
Shrapnel shooting with bullets bellowing
Your eyes almost pop from a gas bomb
Brilliantly set to blind many men.
Diggers are dying
While bombs are flying
Sleeping standing
Bomb planes landing
What an insightful piece of writing, Matteo – you took me right into the soldier’s heart. How glad I am that we live in such a peaceful place and time!