December 27, 2011
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I crouch in my trench,

Darkness shrouding my fear,

I hear them now,

''The Huns are here''

Called my brother, at my side,

''Ready your gun Tommo, this is a dangerous ride''

I take a breath, I remember her face,

saying ''come back alive''

The trench echoed in whispered prayers

From my war-mates undying despairs,

How well I fare, in a game of life and death

deep in my mind, I wonder if it was all worth it,

losing them all to gun or grenade,

Me feeling helpless and always afraid,

If there is a God,

please answer my prayer,

Let me see them again,

Let me laugh with them there,

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