Up over the top (5 ratings) by Mark Wells
The battlefield was in a sanguinary state,
Uniforms once proud now torn crimson Grey.
Everywhere feelings of horror so desolate,
Injured soldiers peeped at the heavens in a speechless pray.
Many men scurried in the trenches as shells ripped the sky,
My name in this war was LT Myers.
I barked out orders with a tired cry,
Everywhere bodies fell from the relentless fire.
Bellowed orders commanding, my voice rose among,
Grenades exploded overhead.
Everywhere comrades started to charge and run,
I joined them foreword the sky illuminated.
Bullets, tracers ricochet nearby in plumes,
We pushed on a fortified ridge our goal.
Eyes squinted in the veil like gloom,
Adrenaline kept me going I touched my wedding ring.
Friends next to me fell without a sound,
A bullet caused a flesh wound that stings.
Our objective was near my orders seemed drowned,
I wiped dirt and blood away from my furrowed fringe.
Suddenly we punctured a hole through,
Victory was so dam hard to bare.
All the men lost in battle I knew,
Would be heartache for loved ones so unaware?
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