From the Western Front

The air is frigid and bitter,

My feet are frozen and numb

We’ve spent all our brief free time

Smoking cigarettes and drinking rum

The endless days are extensive and long

Reminding us of the awful stench

Of rotting bodies of the ones we love

Alone and cold amongst the trench

Its been four, agonizing years

My hope has long been gone

Its been a blur between dates and times

But the war still rages on and on

I’ll never forget your smiling face

Or our baby I haven’t met yet

I keep your picture in my shirt pocket

You’re my blue eyed, brown brunnete

I wake most nights from unsettling dreams

Of the ringing of guns being shot

Of bombs being dropped down over France

And the memories of which whom I’ve fought

I’ll always remember how many lives I’ve ended

How many men couldn’t outrun

How many soldiers, wont see their families again

From the bullet sent straight from my gun

I’m not proud of how many I’ve killed

Even if I’m a part of this deadly plan

I just want to leave this treacherous slaughter

And go back home to my beloved land

If I die and never see you once more

Promise me, before Sergeant calls me back

To tell our child of how much I loved you

Yours always,

I miss you,

Jack