BBaker

//__Going Home__//
We have been gone for way to long I hear a far off voice singing a familiar song Now it is later in the week It's the victory that we seek I see the gas ready to go The men are all worried about their feet in snow Oh my gosh! Look at his skin I pray to the lord for have sinned The machine gunis wiping out all those men Wow! The are falling in rows of ten by ten As a group we march through town All the foreign peoplebegin to look like clowns The generals have realized How much or army has minimized As we are trapped on this hill The officers kep yelling "Kill,Kill,Kill" Now as the artillery hits Many of my fellow soldiers are blown to bits Ok, I now have to be quiet frank I am really becoming nervous as I see that tank as I sit in pain on this train I will try to get these horrible thoughts out of my brain as I look at my leg and see the bone I think, at least I get to go home