The Perils of War

Cannon guns blast thunderously over a blood drenched battle field,

As anxious soldiers in tarnished brass, stand fast to gather up their courage, nerves and wills.

Each man in honor bearing in hand his fire arm in battle to fight,

Marching onward are those brave soldiers, shoulder to shoulder towards their fate into that dark ominous night.

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Now all that does matter is paper and pen for we know if not tonight, that tomorrows the end

 So we scribble in tears our final goodbyes to our family and dearest of friends

And for a second of home we are allowed to reminisce

For all in the now we will soon come sadly to miss

Until once more we are pulled back to the inescapable present

Stupor men that once cursed God are now for our lives groveling in mud and with prayerful lips we are reverent

The enemy sends down live rounds from behind deeply dug out trenches

One grazes pass my metal helmet missing miraculously my temple by inches

Our enemies come banging and bashing as they draw closer to our line

Our bayonets come to clashes

As we march into double time

Men are snarling and squealing as through the night is more killing

 And the ground becomes greasy with gore

 To take a life

There is not a plight that’s more chilling

Yet to make every man must be willing

For these are the dictates of war

And morning comes revealing

An ugly truth less appealing

Our comrades corpses washed up on the sands of a bloody shore.