Not All Managed to....
We merged, with the night!
The darkness,was,our friend.
We swiftly travelled,.... forward.
Walking, in a line.
But, the night .....was split by, screaming.....exploding mines .....and then.....silence.
Filled by the rattling, of their, guns.
Death,.... swept across the skies.
Turning night, to.... day,
and screaming shells, and bombs.....
Drowned out!
The dying, and their cries.
In the shadows, of the dark,
We drifted back in time.
For, fear...... took hold.
Mans, primal, basic, instinct....
The animal...... Then surfaced.
We fought, hand to hand..... tooth and nail.
With super strength, the will....
to live.......To win,
To
Survive.
Giajl © Jim Love