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.
We are the young
destined never to grow old
for you we bleed
for your children
we die
Remember Us.
©spor
for remembrance day.
for all fallen soldiers
I will not forget.
