DHagues

Life on the Front Lines The sound of machine guns blazing becomes a normal sound It makes the same chatering noise all day and all night The wounded and dead are every were Artillery shells send a arm there and a leg over there Men are crying as if they are kids again Everyone has forgotten why we are fighting The whole point of beginning the war is a lost cause Hope of returning home seems impossible Digging a trench is like digging your own grave Mud turns a brownish red Men go over trenches and never come back It is all a lost cause I have grown tired and old All armies seem the same now British, American, French, German they all seem the same War is not what it seems like As a boy I imagened flags and banners flying Hundreds of soldies marching I imagened coming back with medals across my uniform But all that I came back with were horrible memories My memories will haunt me for life I'm scared for life In the I wish it never happened