|To The Hills of Death
Author: Erich Sturmburg PM
The hills, the last section to overcome. We knew, it would be our victory once we clear it. But with the incline filled with blood and death, we held back, before taking the risk.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Tragedy - Words: 201 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-29-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2396794
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The Hills of Death
hills; the last section to conquer,
The drums; beating, draining,
Marching; from crisp booms,
Marching; till with sludge called blood and mud.
raced; marching was hopeless,
One too many; our fleet fell like flies,
Blast of flames; we thought it came from hell,
With tanks of death; one rupture will do.
field scorched brown; dominated with embers and warmth,
Scalding soldiers; who had wielded the flamethrowers,
To the crest of the hills; we reached,
To our dismay; we had to scramble.
rain upwards; defying Mother Nature,
Blood poured down; all too similar like a shower
A dead comrade lay next to me; I showed no expression,
I had no time; even to fall into depression.
scampered; they chased,
They shot; we fall,
We retaliate; flames of torture came to us,
Scotch, whiskey; our drinking supply became fuel.
our dreaded voices echoed past the hills,
Wails of misery; reverberated into my burning ears,
Skin; wrinkled, charred,
Extreme heat; our bodies gave up.
diabolical chuckle; I turned to look,
A scorching nozzle; right before my eyes;
Kill me; I begged,
None; I was left to die, painfully, slowly.