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,