DVreeland

Stagnent waters fill the trench red with blood no hope of dry clothes anytime soon our hands and feet shrivled and cold we don't dare stand too tall for flying bullets will bring us down tell me, //why are we fighting?//

our vison is blurred sometimes from the harsh gasses that fill the trench burning our skin and watering our eyes and sometimes from the tears of fear of no tomorrow or maybe our rivers run for our families back home that we may never see again tell me, //why are we fighting?//

we fight to the death for the things we can't touch liberty. decency. honor. freedom. democracy.
 * //words//**