Again and again I hear them.
The nights are long here, the days longer.
Terrifying nightmares...
The signal is given.
With a cry, we charge: "For the Fatherland!"
Smoke—powder—gunshots!
Chaos and confusion.
COVER!
I drop.
Bullets spray over my head, missing by inches.
Bodies fall around me.
Some ours, some are the enemy's.
I stand and fire.
Once, twice, a third time.
Two drop.
Dead.
No reason to mourn.
As inhuman as the enemy.
A soldier beside me falls.
No time to mourn.
The line between life and death—undefined.
The enemy rises from the trenches, their numbers far greater.
RETREAT!
We rush for cover, tripping over fallen comrades.
Guns stop.
Silence.
Reload.
Wait...
The adrenaline pumps in my blood.
A voice carries over the field, calling a halt to the fighting.
News from Berlin: The Armistice.
We are no longer enemies. Finally there is peace.
But none for me.
Bodies litter the ground.
I cannot walk, there are so many.
The stench of blood—the blood of brothers and foe—suffocating.
I see no difference in colour.
Both bleed red.
Suddenly—dizzy.
Falling...
One of the wounded cries out, open-mouthed. His voice is lost upon my deaf ears.
Sudden terror seizes me—I bleed from the stomach.
How? When? No matter; the guns have stopped.
I hear the wounded now, crying for help. "None left," I think.
The light fades slowly, dimming my vision.
Then…Darkness consumes me, and my spirit passes through the gate.
War is not a decorated soldier.
Pain, Death, Loss and Suffering...that is war.
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p/s: i like this poem when the first time i heard ....
simple n meaningful ...
war ...cause die sad pain loss n suffering
make ppl fear n confusing ...
not contribution ...
It destroy the humanity ...
make kill n bloods ...
this is ...... war !!!
