zoolane
09-18-2010, 05:17 AM
Sit with my men in long open air tunnel,
smell of rotten flesh running down line.
Getting ready to go over top,
turn around see to my horror
I had being sitting on corpse.
Here we going into no man land,
trying to see through mist.
Shells being thrown pass me,
Eyes stream, nostrils try figure out if death comes for me.
Every step I take, is going to being my last?
Soldiers being flung into air like toys.
Bullets comes every direction possible.
I find myself on ground, try quick to feel my anatomy.
Find red substance on my hand.
Look down to see my leg, misplaced from body.
From corner of good eye see my misplaced limp 100 yds to my left.
Everything went black no sound only my beloved countryside,
open my eye to see dressing station above me.
Remembering about my missing limb,
look down to see at going for good.
Inspired by Autobiography 'Sir Adrian Carton De Wiart' 'Happy Odyssed'.
smell of rotten flesh running down line.
Getting ready to go over top,
turn around see to my horror
I had being sitting on corpse.
Here we going into no man land,
trying to see through mist.
Shells being thrown pass me,
Eyes stream, nostrils try figure out if death comes for me.
Every step I take, is going to being my last?
Soldiers being flung into air like toys.
Bullets comes every direction possible.
I find myself on ground, try quick to feel my anatomy.
Find red substance on my hand.
Look down to see my leg, misplaced from body.
From corner of good eye see my misplaced limp 100 yds to my left.
Everything went black no sound only my beloved countryside,
open my eye to see dressing station above me.
Remembering about my missing limb,
look down to see at going for good.
Inspired by Autobiography 'Sir Adrian Carton De Wiart' 'Happy Odyssed'.