thick walls of mud
surround me
As i sit cold and damp
the boards under my feet
sinking
as the rain pours down
I await a whistle
a high pitch call
to take me to my death
to re uNite me
with my fallen brothers .
through the damp air
and haze of smoke and rain
a figure appears
beckoninG me to follow
a dry dusty figure
how did this soldier
escape the rain?
I move to follow
reaching out
through the gloom
there is a thud
followed by an explosion
from where i have just camE
I run back to assist
only to find a crater
in the spot where i had been
i turn in disbelief
to the soLdier
the dusty figure
who had beckoned me away
but he has gone.
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