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A Journal of Death

October 21, 2014
By Gatphan Atassi BRONZE, Greenville, North Carolina
Gatphan Atassi BRONZE, Greenville, North Carolina
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Dawn

   A new light-

      The Somme.

A massive force

   Bravely reportin for duty-

Sniper!

   Scope-

      A pulled trigger-

      Splat; now lifeless- a Sin

 

"Fix bayonets!"

     Sharp; elite; intimate.

     Suvorov's finest fellow.

To battle.

Unity and impulse,

   Brothers 'til the end.

A dead man's whistle screeches-

   Bleak, yet awaiting to avenge ghastly faces,

      Long sice passed.

"Over-the-top"

An objection!

   Rule:

      To say nay: Never.

A rogue-

    Discharged by lead-

    Now lifeless, a Sin-

    Without an inquisition,

 

No faltering.

   A tide of-

      Soldiers; Raiders; Kings.

      Marching 'cross a field.

Holding the line.

Thunder-

   Shrieking; pummeling; stunning shells

Watching-

   Battlefield mutating-

   Havoc exploding-

   Spirit dying,

 

The legacy of Agincourt-

   A horseman, a knight-

   Now systematicaly slaughter.

   As gladiators in a global coliseum.

   Better off dead.

 

The final battle of-

   Cause and country-

   Now forsaken.

 

No survival.

No payouts.

No more heroes.


The author's comments:

Much of the Western Front during the World War I was stuck in the trenches with the only action occuring during the enemy's attack or your attack. Of the most icon of the charges across No Man's Land occured after the weeks of Allied Bombardment at The Somme. Soldiers were told that all they needed to do was, "walk to the enemy's trench." Shortly after going over the top, German lines lit up with gunfire. This is but one of tragedies of war over the course of human history that, I feel, whould not be repeated.


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