Hand-to-hand

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In the shell-hole up to his neck in mud
An intruder falls and stumbles down in
Now on his hand and dagger there is blood
Regrets in his head continue to spin
The soldier’s gurgling make him crazy
Different uniforms, the same young men
Days have gone, the gurgling now hazy
With three stabs; he will stop living when?
An unbearable silence fills his head
Talking to him helps his state of regret
“Comrade, today you, tomorrow me,” he said
Out of the hole it’s the man he forgets
In the safety of his trench and his friends
That hand-to-hand stab needs no time to mend





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Proud_To_Be_An_American said...
Jul. 26, 2012 at 4:06 pm
I read All Quiet On The Western Front and it was an excellant book.  This poem pretty much sums up the book though, and it's well written too, so good job, caitie!
 
caitiekate replied...
Jul. 26, 2012 at 5:09 pm
thank you!!! it was a reallly good book (:
 
waterbendercarorain said...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 3:56 pm
wow i never read this book but you sumed it up very good and srry for my bad spelling
 
caitiekate replied...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 4:28 pm
thanks!! it was also written to capture an example of the horrors of war
 
waterbendercarorain replied...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 4:56 pm
sweet :) :)
 
waterbendercarorain said...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 3:56 pm
wow i never read this book but you sumed it up very good and srry for my bad spelling
 
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