Brothers in Arms

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October 1st, 1923 I opened my eyes.

From then on I had a best friend until either of us dies.

Through thick and through thin we’re there for each other.

No matter what when I look to my right I see my brother.



Since the age of one we’ve been together, he’s been my right hand man.

We walk to the market to get a soda just to play kick the can.

As we grow up we don’t split apart we only grow closer together.



We make our own memories out of nothing, sneaking out and buying cigarettes.

Not to our knowledge at the age of 18 we’d be carrying bayonets.

From the age of 4 we would go fishing and dream of our adult lives.

We didn’t know in 14 short years we would remember this and start wishing, this gives us strength to hold on to our lives.



We enlisted together, other words signed the contract for our death.

We climbed on the train and waved goodbye to Sarah and Beth.

A single tear ran down my cheek as I waved goodbye to my life

As usual I turned to my right to see my brother staring back, saying “I’m gunna miss my wife”.



On the shore, ship and train he’s always by my side

We rode across the water, where thousands of men had died.

Seeing all the bodies, blood and lost lives.

I shed a tear at the horror this war provides

We get to the barracks and started to prepare our sacks.

One silent handshake, a treaty to have each others backs.



Brothers in arms, we got to the front lines

The smell of death is in the air, my eyes could see all the signs

Out of all the horror and fear my brother wasn’t worried about death

The thing on our minds was at home, our beautiful dears Sarah and Beth.



The bullets start flying, the blood was flying, I could tell we were in danger.

I looked to my right, but to my surprise my brother looked like a complete stranger.

“Get em” he whispered as he fell to the ground with a bullet in his head.

I dropped to my knees and screamed out in pain, for my friend, my brother, my childhood was dead.



I stood up and ran as fast as I could. As I pull the trigger, I feel more livid.

Then a sharp pain in my stomach, everything goes vivid

I grab my wound, a quick pain in my shoulder as I take another.

My feet don’t stop, my mind is on my dead brother.

A third bullet to my leg brings me to the ground.

This pain is to much to handle, I lay on my back and spin around.

My clip is empty, and so is my power. I give up, tears rush down my cheeks so I cover my face. My maker won’t know me as a coward.



As I peak through my fingers I see down the barrel of a pistol ready to take my life.

Past the gun I see the mans face. He shed a tear, and then I realize he also has a brother and wife.

A bullet in the chamber and a gun to my head.

I manage to squeeze out a few last words “Thanks to you my brother is dead.”

The sound of death and to my surprise the bullet goes past my head

The man with the gun staged my death so tonight I may go to bed.

He picks me up like a corpse and whispered in my ear. “You just shot and killed my brother”

At that moment I understood the pain I have put him through.

I soon started pondering things, was there anything I could do?



I’m back home with my wife and daughter, but that terror has scared me for life.

My dear brother has been lost, I had to explain it to his child and wife.



October 1st, 1923 I opened my eyes.

From then on I had a best friend until either of us dies.

Through thick and through thin we’re there for each other.

No matter what when I look to my right I see my brother.





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Andrew H. said...
May 12, 2009 at 7:39 pm
very nice poem
 
drew R. said...
May 4, 2009 at 7:47 pm
this is some of my best work so far
 
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