The senses of War

As they march through the trenches

It all becomes clear

What they never expected

Would rapidly fall upon them

As the rain pours down

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You can hear the cries of a wounded soldier as they take his left leg.

And see the crimson grass growing ever so slowly, forever stained red.

You can feel the sweat dipping from your forehead when a bomb explodes behind you.

And smell the rotting flesh of your ex comrades as you ready for the ultimate battle.

You can taste the foulness in the air brought on by the noxious gases the enemy throws at you.

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I tasted the soggy biscuits that left a bad flavour in my mouth.

I’ve heard the dying soldiers caught on the barbed wire,

Begging and pleading for someone to pull the trigger to release them form their agony.

I’ve seen the pain on a young maidens face as I told her husbands would never come home, streching the truth about how he died a hero when in reality he was gunned down by his own men.

I’ve felt the life drain of a dear friend as I held him in his final moments, he now lies under a white cross, only to be remembered on a wall with thousands of other names.

I smelt the fear lingering over the battle site at "No Mans Land" were fear rules over body and soul.

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And as you my fellow soldier will soon find out

You can’t escape war; not even in your dreams