The sky is bright,
The birds are chirping,
My son has just turned 10.
I tell him now he is one of the men
He jumps in my arms and giggles
and whispers in my ear
“I love you dad”.
Thats the last memory me and my son ever had.

The next day I left
Only leaving behind a note for my son
That read “i’ll be back”.
I didn't want him to face the fact
That daddy may never come back.
Because mama thought it was for the best
So he will be able to rest.

But now I am here basically digging my own grave,
Also known as a trench
To the french.

Rumors began to spread
That Germans were near,
Than February 21 1916 was here.
The generals yell “the Germans are here!”
We ran to the trenches
And got ready to fight
Bodies began to fall left and right,
I couldn't believe the sight.

This fight went through
Day and through night.
IN THAT DAY I watched fathers and sons
gasp for their last breath
as their lifeless bodies fell to their death.

IN THAT DAY I witnessed a man
Get ripped in half
As enemy artillery penetrated through his body.


IN THAT DAY I watched men relentlessly charge
Into no mans land and be met with their demise
..... A machine gun

In that day....

I was shot on my left leg
as we tried to retreat
to our second line of trenches.

The extreme pain sent me right to the ground
Right behind a mound, where I layed
Safe and sound from enemy fire.
I check my wound
And know right away
This may be the last day
I ever walk.

The unforgiving rush of blood
Now flowing from leg like a waterfall
Stain my pants and my hands.

time is now a thief
And I have no time to grief.
I am getting weak and woozy
I need to get somewhere safe fast
before my life is the past

Suddenly my life flashes
I see my son crying carrying my ashes
I see me and wife’s first kiss
I see everything in life I will forever miss
If I dont wake up from this.

Few hours later I awaken
And realize that i have been taken
To the nearest hospital.
I was right my left leg has been amputated
And I will be stuck on crutches or a wheelchair
For the rest of my life.

Weeks go by
And as I recover
I begin to wonder
Why has my family
Not came to see me?
Did they flee?
Did they.... NO!
The couldn't have
Were they not informed of my injury?
I ask the nurse
But she responds
With thats not her business.
I begin to get suspicious

Finally I am released
And demand to be taken to my old home,
Once I arrive
I think there's no way that my family survived
The House... Is destroyed.