There seems to be no hope of the carnage ending! The Foureyed Poet.
With my ears ringing from the noise of the shells
crouching in a ditch my hands covering my face
beside me my comrades are injured or dead
how did I survive with only a cut on my arm.
now for the first time I’m in a confused state
finding it hard to believe dying was not my fate!
Deep in mud and covered in my comrades blood
our vehicle blown off the enemies dirt road
getting cold and desperate as the sun quickly sets
the radio destroyed as the land mine went off
my only hope that we’re being tracked from base
waiting here wiping sweat off my own face!
Noise overhead of the helicopter coming down
being in limbo between life and a lonely death
uplifted as my mates could also still be alive
the downdraft is strong it’s coming into land
the crew is running as fast as they can to us…
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