JeffB2007

What have I signed up for? Is this what war has always been before My friends dying and limbs flying Men running towards machineguns rattling; and getting hit and hearing their own blood splattering Crawling through trenches as your gut painfully wrenches Listening and being hit from artillery firing while getting entangled on barbed wiring; Realizing that you must return back to base, but you know that you must face the wrath of your own country for not coming face to face with death from your own race and not knowing when you will die, but that only you can sigh and hope that you may live so you can give your fallen friends a reason for going through such strife and giving their life

for a country who does not know whether a soldier is alive or buried in snow becuase a country only knows the things that have to do with the death of living things.