TJohnson

War is //long// it might be //wrong//. The //fight// for my country, I will stay strong.
 * WAR**

I'll keep my //pride// without a cry on this non-joyous ride. Bodies here and bodies there in the gases no one is spared.

The end is //unknown// for the time till we go home. I'm in despair I now don't want to be here.

Trenches, //death//, and machine guns I hope I'm not the next one. Something about this is just not right I find it hard to sleep at night.

It may not be just by a gun, but being wounded isn't fun. The hope of living lingers on the air I wonder if my friends are still here.

Weapons are the cause of the death, the bodies are buried in the field. Poppies begin to grow how it happens we may //never// know.